Song for Ian Tyson - Old Man Luedecke

Well them old cowboys don’t sing too much no more

They’ve been singing to the wind

And their throats are sore

And every love they rode away from makes them walk the floor

Them old cowboys don’t sing too much no more

Like an old wolf in a leg trap

They’ll stand up fierce when you come

They want to be counted but their time hasn’t come

Just an old man drowning in a ten gallon hat

Like an old wolf caught in a leg trap

Dry and dusty dry and dusty

Whiskey makes the guitar rusty

But soothes the voice like honey for a while

Raise a glass to the cowboy friend who’s life we’ll never see again

Who’s songs run on like water for all time

Well way out on the prairie the cowboy wrote his songs

Long have grown the grasses round the spring where he sat long

Who’s crystal shattered fettered souls of all who listened long

As the cowboy strummed in time alone

Dry and dusty dry and dusty

Whiskey makes the guitar rusty

But soothes the voice like honey for a while

Raise a glass to the cowboy friend who’s life we’ll never see again

Who’s songs run on like water for all time

Who’s songs run on like water for all time