A COWBOY'S HARD TIMES  Well, I once was a cowboy, and I used to run wild.  And I rodeoed, wrangled, and rambled in style.  But I'm too old for horses, too old for the show,  And I'm too young for Heaven; now where shall I go?   Where shall I go? Where shall I go?   I'm too young for Heaven; now where shall I go?  I had me a true love, and I made her my wife,  And I swear that I loved her most all of my life,  But the cold of the winter and the wind laid her low,  And she's gone on before me, now where shall I go?   Where shall I go? Where shall I go?   She's gone on before me; now where shall I go?  Well, I never was a drunkard, but this I can say:  The taste of the whiskey gets better each day.  The bartender scowls, "Mack, you're drinking too slow,  And we close in ten minutes." Now where shall I go?   Where shall I go? Where shall I go?   They close in ten minutes; now where shall I go?   So it's out on the street with the stars burning bright,   With nothing but memories to share with the night.  Oh, I once was a cowboy, and I used to run wild.  And I rodeoed, wrangled, and rambled in style.  Now I'm too old for horses, too old for the show,  And I'm too young for Heaven; now where shall I go?  Words and music by Bill Staines, copyright 1980 by Folk-Legacy  Records Inc. Published in the book "If I Were A Word, Then I'd  Be A Song."  filename[ HARDCOWB  DC  ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===