It's a story sad to tell   About the end of life's trail   For the best cowboy I've ever known   He left here so young   With his dreams still undone   He moved on to that heavenly home       A cowboy he was king   He loved the roundups in spring   And he loved Texas it was always his home   We know The Lord understands   How we miss our old friend   Without you Jim how can we go on       He'd save the best horse for you   For him an old bronc would do   He'd ride the bad one and never complain   When you needed a hand   He'd be there 'till the end   He'd stand by you in sunshine or rain       A cowboy he was king   He could do anything   His heart was made of pure gold   It won't ever seem right   It still cuts like a knife   Without you Jim how can we go on       Green pastures now he rides   On that range beyond the skies   In that country where he'll never grow old   On a good horse he'll fly   With the angels by his side   Running freely down trails of shining gold       A cowboy he was king   We'd laugh and we'd sing   His favorite was The Strawberry Roan   So adios my good friend   Someday we'll ride again   Without you Jim how can we go on       © 2003 Pistol Hill Music ASCAP