When the rodeo was overWe're all go to the roomWe're drink some beer, relax awhileAnd sing some cowboy tunesThat old guitar we passed aroundIt was battered, scratched, and brokeBut Lord, it sounded mighty fineWhen John Ed sang 'Cowpoke'Ben he'd think of some old tuneAnd he'd really wail awayDunder'd play the spoons and singUntil the break of dayClyde, he'd tell a poem or twoAnd old Rich, he's crack a jokeBut damn, it nearly make you cryWhen John Ed sang 'Cowpoke'Someday this road I travelLord, I will leave behindBut memories of the things I've seenWill never leave my mindOn a quiet summer's eveningWhen the sun is sinking lowI'll think again of days gone byWhen John Ed sang 'Cowpoke'