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One Empty Cot In The Bunkhouse

Song Author Glenn Sutton og Red Steagall Performer: Glenn Sutton og Red Steagall Submitted by: Anonymous
[C]There's one empty cot in the bunkhouse
There's a [C7]saddle that nobody [F]rides
One empty place at the [C]table
The remuda is five horses [G7]shy   

[C]We turned his string out to pasture
He'll [C7]never ride em no [F]more
We buried him out on the [C]hillside last Sunday
A[G7]nother good cowboys gone [C]home


He came on a train to west Texas
From a [C7]farm back in east Tenne[F]ssee
And [G7]all of his life he just wanted to cowboy
He came west to fulfill his [C]dream


He got his first job on the Sixes
That was [C7]forty some odd years [F]ago  
And in [G7]breaking the bad ones he´s the best that we´ve seen
One hell of a hand with a [C]rope


I saw him just one time in service
That´s the [C7]day that the boss lady [F]died
You [G7]could tell by the way he´d treat people and horses
He'd made his own deal with his [C]God  


Now there's one empty cot in the bunkhouse
There's a [C7]saddle that nobody [F]rides
One empty place at the [C]table
The [G7]remuda is five horses [C]shy  


He hated to fence and dig post holes
He would [C7]if he's ask to of [F]course
Then he [G7]swore that there's nothing in life that's worth doing
If it can't be done from a [C]horse


Then he taught me to top out the wild ones
How to [C7]tell a good horse by his [F]eye  
How to [G7]watch in the roundup when a cow´s on the price
She's hiding her baby near[C]by  


Boys we ain't changed a thing in the bunkhouse
We´re not [C7]ready to admit that he´s [F]gone
His cot roll is laying across the [C]foot of his bed
His leggings still hang on the [G7]wall   

But [C]there's one empty cot in the bunkhouse
There's a [C7]saddle that nobody [F]rides
One empty place at the [C]table
The [G7]remuda is five horses [C]shy  

There's one empty cot in the bunkhouse
There's a saddle that nobody rides
One empty place at the table
The remuda is five horses shy

We turned his string out to pasture
He'll never ride em no more
We buried him out on the hillside last Sunday
Another good cowboys gone home

He came on a train to west Texas
From a farm back in east Tennessee
And all of his life he just wanted to cowboy
He came west to fulfill his dream

He got his first job on the Sixes
That was forty some odd years ago
And in breaking the bad ones he´s the best that we´ve seen
One hell of a hand with a rope

I saw him just one time in service
That´s the day that the boss lady died
You could tell by the way he´d treat people and horses
He'd made his own deal with his God

Now there's one empty cot in the bunkhouse
There's a saddle that nobody rides
One empty place at the table
The remuda is five horses shy

He hated to fence and dig post holes
He would if he's ask to of course
Then he swore that there's nothing in life that's worth doing
If it can't be done from a horse

Then he taught me to top out the wild ones
How to tell a good horse by his eye
How to watch in the roundup when a cow´s on the price
She's hiding her baby nearby

Boys we ain't changed a thing in the bunkhouse
We´re not ready to admit that he´s gone
His cot roll is laying across the foot of his bed
His leggings still hang on the wall

But there's one empty cot in the bunkhouse
There's a saddle that nobody rides
One empty place at the table
The remuda is five horses shy

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