Michael Tilson Thomas Follow

Another good cowpuncher has gone to meet his fate,
I hope he'll find a resting place, within the golden gate.
Another place is vacant on the ranch of the XIT,
'twill be hard to find another, that's liked as well as he.

The first thing that died was Kid White,
a man both tough and brave,
while Charlie Rutlage makes the third
to be sent to his grave.
Caused by a cowhorse falling, while running aftger stock,
'twas on the spring round up,
a place where death men mock.

He went forward one morning
on a circle through the hills,
he was gay and full of glee, and free from earthly ills.
But when it came to finish up the work on which he went,
nothing came back from him;
his time on earth was spent.

'Twas as he rode the round up,
a XIT turned back to the herd;
poor Charlie shoved him in again,
his cutting horse he spurred.
Another turned at that moment,
his horse the creature spied,
and turned and fell with him, beneath poor Charlie died.

His relations in Texas, his face never more will see,
but I hope he'll meet his loved ones beyond in eternity.
I hope he'll meet his parents, will meet them face to face,
and that they'll grasp him by the right hand
at the shining throne of grace.