Now we'll go to where I went each morning of my life
for years and years.
Rain is falling on the leaves.
In the soft lamplight we wait.
Soon it will be time to saddle up and go.
But listen again to the rain on the leaves.
There ain't no cure for cowboys.
Cowboying is something a fella's got to love
as much as whiskey or women.
If he wants money, or what money can buy,
he ain't got no business being a cowboy.
That was said by my old friend Bill Bryan.