Lonely cowboys get the blues,
They have to play their dues,
For the life that they choose,
Lonely cowboys get the blues.
The grass he lays on,
Isn't as soft as she was,
The stars that sparkle at night,
doesn't sparkle as much as her eyes does,
Her eyes sparkle with love,
And sometime he's sorry,
That he's a cowboy.
They can't take their women with them,
They leave their ladies behind,
But the ladies loving will stay on his mind,
He can still hear her voice,
but it's too late for regret,
High on his white horse,
He rides off unto the sunset,
and sometimes you don't enjoy,
Being a cowboy.