CIMMARRON

SEE HIM RIDE
HIS SIX-SHOOTER...BY HIS SIDE
THIS OLD COWBOY
JUST RIDES.

HE RIDES "OLD PAINT"
POOR OLD HORSE...HE AIN'T
WHAT HE USED
TO BE.

BUT NEITHER IS
THIS OLD COWBOY....CALLED
BY MANY WHO KNOW HIM
CIMMARRON.

THERE WAS...A TIME
WHEN LIFE WAS...SO FINE,
BUT ALL OF THAT IS PAST
NOW, HE RIDES.

NO REAL JOBS ANYMORE
FOR "WRANGLERS", LIKE HIM
LIFE IS CHANGING
NOTHING LASTS.

FROM SAN ANTONIO..TO ABILIENE
AND ALL THE TOWNS...IN BETWEEN.
HE TRAVELED THE OLD WORN TRAILS
HE HEARD THE SAD WOLVES WAILS


THE SUN IS NOW SETTING
IT'S TIME ..FOR FORGETTING
IN DREAMS HE HAS
PEACE, FOR AWHILE.

HIS DREAMS ARE OF A DAY
WHEN...A LOVELY GIRL NAMED MAY
STOLE HIS HEART COMPLETELY
THEN...DIED.

SINCE THEN, LIFE HAS NO WORTH
SO, HE RIDES THIS BIG ..EARTH
LONGING FOR THINGS
HE LOST.

WHY IS THIS LIFE SO TOUGH,
GETTING THROUGH IT...IS HARD ENOUGH
NO REAL FAMILY
NO FRIENDS.

HE'LL JUST CLOSE HIS EYES
AFTER GAZING AT STARS..IN THE SKY
AND PRAY..GOD
TAKES HIM...AWAY!

MORNING COMES,AND HIS HORSE
A COWBOY'S BEST FRIEND,OF COURSE
GAZES DOWN ON
OLD CIMMARRON.

HIS WEATHERED FACE IS SO WORN
CLOTHES..ALL TATTERED AND TORN
BUT A SMILE
IS NOW THERE.

FOR IN THAT VERY NIGHT
TO CIMMARRON'S GREAT DELIGHT
GOD ANSWERED HIS
PRAYERS.

HE'S WEARY...NO LONGER
HIS BODY IS ..STRONGER
HIS HEAD IS HELD
SO HIGH.

IN FRONT OF HIM, SITTING
IN THE SADDLE, SO FITTING
IS HIS DREAM GIRL,..MAY
YOUNG AND PRETTY.

HE IS LONELY..NO MORE
SO MUCH.....NOW IN STORE
HE'S IN "COWBOY HEAVEN"
LIFE IS GOOD.

SO NOW HE RIDES
NO SIX-SHOOTER AT HIS SIDE
ON CLOUDS...UP HIGH
CIMMARRON, FAREWELL!!

SKYANGEL ©