A Friend at the End of the Line (Steve Dickson )

A Friend at the End of the Line

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I rode in here from months on the trail

 to this small town west of the divide

 Days were long and I sure did not fail

 The big herd sold and few critters died

Been alone now for most of my days

 Since my children and bride passed away

 The sharp pain in my heart has its ways

 Of keeping most all others at bay

Still I yearn for a gal at my side

 To share livin’ and laughter and fun

 Bein’ free and so open and wide

 But I’ve hidden my soul from the sun

I see a girl stand there in the glow

 With the summer’s warm wind in her hair

 I’d give most anything just to know

 That for this here ol’ cowboy she’d care

I ride on over to her and say

 “Could I visit for a spell with you

 I’m alone in this ol’ world today

 And just feelin’ a little bit blue”

“Why sir, yes please get off’n your horse

 I’d be gladdened to spend time with you

 Now, forgive me for being so coarse

 But it might cost a dollar or two”

“Ma’am my old heart would likely plumb bust

 If we dallied in that kind of way

 My hot blood is filled mostly with rust

 And intentions ain’t leanin’ toward play”

So we spent near the whole afternoon

 When I left town I felt mighty fine

 We shared stories, she sang me a tune

 While she hung out her wash on the line