And a soul for every cowboy.
And a star to guide him home.
And an angel to bring him,
A song to sing when he`s alone.
For the night is far from over
And the storm is coming on.
And the wind is blowing colder.
And he`s very far from home.
When hell falls cold and wet.
His heart soon forgets.
That ever he was loved or wanted to be loved.
