Tom T. Hall. Goodbye Cowgirl. Zeneszám

Goodbye cowgirl, the trail ends here
Goodbye cowgirl, the tracks of all the dreams

That we were chasin' disappear
We take different trails
I prefer the rails to some city lights
Where they're civilized

Goodbye cowgirl set your stirrups high
Goodbye cowgirl you got to ride a

Many rough and dusty rocky mile
I was the enemy in your camp
You see I was restless nights
By the campfire light

Goodbye cowgirl, watch that western star
Goodbye cowgirl, ride around the mountains

Do not push yourself too far
I will remember you
What else could I do?
Life's like rodeos open and they close