When the rodeo was over, we're all go to the room.
We're drink some beer relax awhile and sing some cowboy tunes.
That old guitar we passed around, it was battered, scratched, and
broke.
But Lord it sounded mighty fine, when John Ed sang Cowpoke
Ben heŠŽ think of some old tune, and heŠŽ really wail away.
DunderŠŽ play the spoons and sing until the break of day.
Clyde heŠŽ tell a poem or two and old Rich heŠŽ crack a joke.
But damn it nearly make you cry when John Ed sang Cowpoke
Someday this road I travel, Lord I will leave behind.
But memories of the things IÅ e seen will never leave my mind.
On a quiet summerÅ evening when the sun is sinking low,
IÅ l think again of days gone by when John Ed sang Cowpoke.