Cowboys never die,
For they gather,
At the end of January every year,
There they do go to ELKO,
Snowbound travelers',
Walking frozen Idaho street,
All together in song
Singing in coyote harmony,
To Riders in the Sky,
With dreams of being,
Celloid Cowboy Stars,
Up on the big screen,
And not, pulling calves,
On a Sunday eve,
Nor fixing some gate,
That a bull charged thru,
Nor blowing a tire on a dirt road,
Forty miles from town,
With supplies for the next month,
Oh, Riders, Sing to us this night,
We will be in our lament,
Cowboys up on the screen,
Where all are the star,
Shooting across Nevada's Sky,
As if it was the Fourth of July...©
For they gather,
At the end of January every year,
There they do go to ELKO,
Snowbound travelers',
Walking frozen Idaho street,
All together in song
Singing in coyote harmony,
To Riders in the Sky,
With dreams of being,
Celloid Cowboy Stars,
Up on the big screen,
And not, pulling calves,
On a Sunday eve,
Nor fixing some gate,
That a bull charged thru,
Nor blowing a tire on a dirt road,
Forty miles from town,
With supplies for the next month,
Oh, Riders, Sing to us this night,
We will be in our lament,
Cowboys up on the screen,
Where all are the star,
Shooting across Nevada's Sky,
As if it was the Fourth of July...©
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