Dia hanya seorang Texas cowhand,
One that knew his stuff
Yang tahu barangnya
His eyes were black,
Matanya hitam,
His face was tan,
Wajahnya cokelat,
His hands were broad and rough.
Tangannya lebar dan kasar.
(Yodel)
(Bernyanyi yodel)
Tough as an old buzzsaw,
Sulit seperti buzzsaw tua,
All the boys stayed shy
Semua anak laki-laki tetap malu
For they all knew his aim was true
Karena mereka semua tahu bahwa tujuannya adalah benar
He'd shoot at the wink of an eye.
Dia akan menembak sekejap mata.
One night with grass plains around us,
Suatu malam dengan dataran rumput di sekitar kita,
He met with a rustlers band
Dia bertemu dengan band rustlers
As the flames leaped high on his old camp fire,
Saat nyala api melonjak tinggi di api unggunnya yang dulu,
He fell with a gun in his hand.
Dia jatuh dengan pistol di tangannya.
We rolled out of bed the next morning,
Kami berguling dari tempat tidur keesokan paginya,
We dug a grave in the sand
Kami menggali kuburan di pasir
When we found stretched out on the ground
Saat kami menemukan terentang di tanah
This brave and lonely cowhand.
Cowok ini berani dan kesepian.
We buried him on the prairie,
Kami menguburnya di padang rumput,
Wrapped in an old cowhide
Dibungkus kulit sapi tua
By the light of the moon we wrote on his tomb:
Dengan cahaya bulan yang kami tulis di makamnya:
“Another cowhand's last ride”.
“Perjalanan terakhir cowhand yang lain”.
(Yodel)
(Bernyanyi yodel)