Cowboy Waltz

There once was a cowboy who gave me a twirl. On the dance floor, we waltzed, and he sang, telling me stories of days long gone by and his hard life out on the range. He said, “I’ve seen some good times, some rough ones, too. Mostly all of them have been bad. Thinking on the loved ones, who walked away, remembering makes me sad.”

He said, “But I don’t want no sympathy, and I ain’t looking for tears. All I want is a good woman, with a smile and a song, who’ll love me in my golden years.” I danced with that cowboy on through the night. We laughed, and we talked, and we sang. I told him the stories of my family and the sweet memories that they bring. I said, “I’ve seen some good times, some tough ones too. Mostly all of them have been bad. Thinking on the loved ones, who left me behind, remembering makes me sad.”

I said, “But I don’t want no sympathy, and I ain’t looking for tears, All I want is ‘I love you’ from a kind buckaroo, who’ll love me in my golden years.” We waltzed at our wedding, that cowboy and me, and on through the years long ago. His rocking chair beside me, now rocks alone, when the wind ’cross the prairie does blow. He taught me a lesson, to live day by day, to forgive and forget all wrongs. Now I’m sitting here singing, in my rocking chair, remembering that sweet cowboy’s songs. But I don’t want no sympathy, and I ain’t looking for tears. I’ve had a lot of joy, from a kind-hearted cowboy, who loved me in my golden years.