Empty Cot in the Bunkhouse Tonight Songtext
von Rosalie Sorrels

There′s an empty cot in the bunkhouse tonight
Pinto's head hanging low
His spurs and chaps hang on the wall
And he′s gone where the good cowboys go

There's a range for every cowboy
And the foreman looks after his own
There'll be an empty saddle tonight
But he′s happy out there I know

He was riding the range last Saturday noon
When another started to blow
With his head in his chest heading into the west
He was stopped by a cry soft and low

There a crazy young calf had strayed from its mom
And lost in the snow and the storm
It lay in a heap at the end of the draw
Had a long and a bunch to keep warm


Limpy hobbled his feet
Tossed him over his hoss
And started again for the shack
The wind blew cold and the snow piled high
And poor Limpy strayed from his track

He arrived at three in the morning
And put the maverick to bed
He plopped in his bunk
Not able to move
In the morning poor Limpy was dead

There′s an empty cot in the bunkhouse tonight
Pinto's head hanging low
His spurs and chaps hang on the wall
Limpy′s gone where the good cowboys go

There's a range for every cowboy
And the foreman looks after his own
And someday he′ll ride old Pinto
On the range up there above