One Empty Cot in the Bunkhouse

G)Theres one empty cot in the bunkhouse

Theres a saddle that (G7) nobody (C) rides

One empty place at the (G) table

The remuda is five horses (D) shy

(G) We turned his string out to pasture

He'll never ride em (G7) no (C) more

We buried him out on the hillside (G) last sunday

Another (D) good cowboys gone (G) home

(G) He came on a train to west Texas

>From a farm back in (G7) east (C) Tennessee

All he wanted outa life was to (G) cowboy

He came west to full fill his (D) dream

(G) He got his first job on the sixes

That was forty some (G7) odd years (C) ago

He was the best we ever saw with the (G) bad ones

One hell of a hand with a (D) rope

(G) I saw him just one time in service

It was the day that the boss (G7) lady (C) died

You could tell by the way, he handled (G) people and horses

He'd made his own deal with his (D) god

(G) Now theres one empty cot in the bunkhouse

Theres a saddle that (G7) nobody (C) rides

One empty place at the (G) table

The (D) remuda is five horses (G) shy

(G) He hated to fence and dig post holes

He would if he's ask (G7) to of (C) course

Then he'd swear how theres nothin in life (G) thats worth doin

If it can't be done from a (D) horse

(G) He taught me how to top out the bad ones

How to tell a good horse (G7) from his (C) eye

How to watch on the roundup when a (G) cows on the prod

She's hidin her baby (D) nearby

(G) Well we ain't changed a thing in the bunkhouse

We ain't ready to admit (G7) that hes (C) gone

His hot roll still lays across the (G) foot of his bed

His leggins still hang on the (D) wall

(G) But theres one empty cot in the bunkhouse

Theres a saddle that (G7) nobody (C) rides

One empty place at the (G) table

The (D) remuda is five horses (G) shy