lovehate podcast 426: There Goes a Poor Cowboy

Rest in Peace Doc Watson

Early one morning at the St. James Hospital
Early one morning morn in the month of May
When I looked through the window and a spied a dear cowboy
A dear cowboy as cold as the clay

Set ye down by me and hear my sad story
Set ye down by me and sing me a song
For my poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking
I'm a poor cowboy that knowed he done wrong

Send for that doctor to come heal up my body
And send the preacher to come and pray for my soul
For my poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking
I'm a poor cowboy and hell is my doom

Get sixteen perdy maidens to come and carry my coffin
Sixteen perdy maidens to come and sing me a song
And tell em to bring some o'them sweet smelling roses
So they cant smell me as they tote me along

Beat the drums slowly and play the fife lowly
Play the death march as ye carry me along
Throw bunches of lillies all over my coffin
Thare goes a poor cowboy that know'd he done wrong