Tuck was a cowboy I knew years ago,
Could put a stretch in a story like a forty foot row
Young an' wide-eyed, I believed every word,
As he rambled through the canyons an' stampeded herds
Swore there were still Comanches in them breaks to the south:
He'd seen good hands ride in there an' never rode out

He had a horse he called Dollar that twice saved his life
He lost him to Jim Shoulders playin' poker one night
When I turned eighteen, I packed up an' left home:
Tuck was pretty old back then an' by now he's long gone

But I've heard it said that ol' cowboys don't die:
They get put out to pasture way up the sky
So if God's got a Heaven for old cowboy legends,
I hope the grass is greener on the other side,
An' he's got good horses to ride

Now the folks back home would tell you Tuck was just crazy an' old
But I still believe in Conquistadore gold
An' those memories look like a mirage in the distance,
Starin' out from this prison of urban existence
So I saddle up an' I go back now an' then,
To remember who I was an' just forget where I am

Now the concrete an' steel, they spread out like a plague
Consumin' the rivers, the mountains and the plains
Then one of these days, it'll all be gone
But somewhere, that spirit will always live on

'Cause I've heard it said that ol' cowboys don't die:
They get put out to pasture way up the sky
So if God's got a Heaven for old cowboy legends,
I hope the grass is greener on the other side,
An' he's got good horses to ride
Yeah, he's got good horses to ride
A few good horses to ride
A few good horses to ride