Hi, my name is Tom Morgan
A cowboy of note
With my old battered hat
And my weather-beaten long coat
I have ridden the range
For almost fifty years
A life full of laughter
Along with some tears
With two trusty colt forty-fives
That hangs down by my side
And they have come in pretty handy
As I have ridden far and wide
My fellow cowboys and me
Have traveled many a mile
Throughout our lifetimes
With good cheer and a smile
Trail herding steers
A few thousand head at a time
Over thousands of miles
In the dust and the grime
Sleeping out under the Moon and the Stars
My faithful horse Old Blackie and me
Covered up in my blanket against the wind and the rain
And with Steers as far as the eye could see

Always on the lookout against rustlers and the like
Waking up with a stiff back and a fart
Looking forward to reaching the end of the drive
Heading straight for a bath and fun with a bawdy house tart
Though life was hard in the saddle
My backside sore day by day
Many an adventure was had
In a sad kind of way
Rounding up strays, that had a mind of their own
Or fighting off Indians gone bad
All of that hard tack, bacon and beans did us no good at all
And the loneliness at night rather sad
But I had always wanted to be a cowboy
Since I was a child
Ran away from home at fourteen
I was restless and wild
Got into a gunfight at the age of eighteen
With an outlaw named Bad Jack McGraw
But my hands were faster as I went for my guns
I beat him hands down to the draw
You never forget the first time you kill another man
No matter how bad he might be
As the bullets quickly ripped into his chest, body oozing life
All I could think of was stopping him killing me



Though it was a fair gunfight
He had drawn down on me first
From that sad afternoon
I was forever cursed
As being the man who had killed Bad Jack McGraw
Now known as the fastest gun alive
I disappeared into the shadows settling for life on the range
So as to have a better chance to survive
Because there’s always someone faster, quicker on the draw
Your life can be cut very short have no fear
And I wanted to live more than anything else at eighteen
Not killed by someone’s six-guns you might hear
So I took up a cowboy’s life, found me a reliable horse
That’s how me and Old Blackie got acquainted you see
Now we have been together for many a year
Against the world just him and me
Now we ride the range, inseparable, always together
Against the elements we struggle, the heat and the rain
But though our life is hard and full of excitement and danger
We live it daily, again and again