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I saw an old cowboy a ridin’ the range
Passin’ out all his papers and beggin’ for change
Didn’t look like no Eastwood, Fonda, Stewart or Wayne
Just a broken old cowboy that the fences had tamed

(Chorus)
Well git along little doggies
Pass around that ol’ stogie
There’s still a few puffs after-all
All they had was their freedom
Like you see in museums
So just pass it on ‘cause they’re passin’ away

I saw an old sailor washed up on the shore
Like a fish out of water just a’scrapin’ the floor
Wonderin’ how an old sailor with salt in his blood
Can find peace from his memories adrift on the mud

(Chorus)

            Over the open fields
            Rode the Indian
            (Nations) from the deals
            Still the stories tell
            How the babies cried
            When the white man came
            And the Indian died

I saw an old hobo out walkin’ the rails
With his bag made of plastic and his head full of tales
He could travel the distance his longing could send
Always knowing that one day his story would end

Well git along little doggies
Pass around that ol’ stogie
There’s still a few puffs after-all
All they had was their freedom
Like you see in museums
So just pass it on ‘cause they’re passin’ away