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 Shes 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