Lonesome on the trail. A starry night, a campfire light, the coyote call, the howling winds wail. So I ride out to the old sundown. I am just a cowboy, lonesome on the trail. Lord, I'm just thinking about a certain female. The nights we spent together, riding on the range. Looking back it seems so strange.

Anyone had a similar experience?






















I've had a drink.

When I was walking over the Cork and Kerry mountains...

I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the (wo)man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

and complain about the sodding blisters I got doing it.

If ye go will ye send back a letter from America?

Now I just thought bout Elvis' "I am just a lonesome cowboy..." Bygone. Each to their own. LOL
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Desperado drifts into my head.....

Blazing Saddles to mine

Now I'm getting Rawhide

This is like a seance....

The loneliest cowboy that springs to my mind is ummm....high plains drifter, pale rider, unforgiven...in fact most Eastwood cowboys have been alot more lonely than most others.

This is the best thread ever.