Padre Canyon

They say in Padre Canyon,
the angels watch over your sleep.
I’m just a weary cowboy,
with a bullet gone too deep.

My pony still at my side,
the end of my days are near.
His whinny, a welcome song,
that quells the approach of fear.

I look back on a life,
that was full and rich and fun.
Hard work and good lovin’,
never living by the gun.

But thirst found my way,
to a cantina, cold and dark.
Common sense gone by the wayside,
a poker game made its mark.

I won the pot, but lost the fight.
Their shots left me for dead.
The losers got their money,
I got a chest full of lead.

Trying to make it home,
back to the ranch I love.
But life is draining from me,
He’s calling Up Above.

So I’ll rest in Padre Canyon.
It will be my trail’s end.
Let the angels take my spirit,
and to the Master, it commend.


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