In the corner of a dark barroom
Sat an old cowboy singing western tunes.
Singing songs he learned as a child,
All about the West when it was wild.
He said he came from down Texas way,
The cowboys were tough, the women the same way.
Said he was a star back in '31,
Hollywood liked him for some songs that he had done.
He's the last of the singing cowboys,
Singing songs of desperation and joy.
Yippie I-oh, Yippie I-Ay,
Yippie I-Ay.
He took a break just to chug down some beer:
"Come on folks, holler out the songs you'd like to hear.
If I know one I know a million or two.
I'm not up here playing for me, this is all done for you."
And then he bragged of the Stetson hat he wore,
Said it was the finest made since the war.
"And I won this silver buckle ridin' on a cow."
As he laughed, he said, "I'll bet you're wondering how."
And after three hours or maybe more,
A lady grabbed his arm and showed him to the door.
The bartender said, "He's blind you see,
Don't tell him the only audience he had was you and me."
-George McCorkle
