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G)Theres one empty cot in the bunkhouse
Theres a saddle that (G7) nobody (C) rides
One empty place at the (G) table
The remuda is five horses (D) shy

(G) We turned his string out to pasture
He'll never ride em (G7) no (C) more
We buried him out on the hillside (G) last sunday
Another (D) good cowboys gone (G) home

(G) He came on a train to west Texas
>From a farm back in (G7) east (C) Tennessee
All he wanted outa life was to (G) cowboy
He came west to full fill his (D) dream

(G) He got his first job on the sixes
That was forty some (G7) odd years (C) ago
He was the best we ever saw with the (G) bad ones
One hell of a hand with a (D) rope

(G) I saw him just one time in service
It was the day that the boss (G7) lady (C) died
You could tell by the way, he handled (G) people and horses
He'd made his own deal with his (D) god

(G) Now theres one empty cot in the bunkhouse
Theres a saddle that (G7) nobody (C) rides
One empty place at the (G) table
The (D) remuda is five horses (G) shy

(G) He hated to fence and dig post holes
He would if he's ask (G7) to of (C) course
Then he'd swear how theres nothin in life (G) thats worth doin
If it can't be done from a (D) horse

(G) He taught me how to top out the bad ones
How to tell a good horse (G7) from his (C) eye
How to watch on the roundup when a (G) cows on the prod
Shes hidin her baby (D) nearby

(G) Well we ain't changed a thing in the bunkhouse
We ain't ready to admit (G7) that hes (C) gone
His hot roll still lays across the (G) foot of his bed
His leggins still hang on the (D) wall

(G) But theres one empty cot in the bunkhouse
Theres a saddle that (G7) nobody (C) rides
One empty place at the (G) table
The (D) remuda is five horses (G) shy

Red Steagall