Song For Ian Tyson

Intro: Them old cowboys don’t sing too much no more They’ve been singing to the wind And their throats are sore And every love they rode away from makes them walk the floor Them old cowboys don’t sing too much no more. Ooh-ooh-oooh. Like an old wolf in a leg trap They’ll stand up fierce when you come They want to be counted but their time hasn’t come Just an old man drowning in a ten gallon hat Like an old wolf caught in a leg trap Dry and dusty dry and dusty whiskey makes the guitar rusty But soothes the voice like honey for a while Raise a glass to the cowboy friend who’s like we’ll never see again Whos songs run on like water for all time. Ooh-oo-oooh. Way out on the prairie the cowboy wrote his songs Long have grown the grasses round the spring where he sat long Who’s crystal shattered fettered souls Of all who listened long and the cowboy strummed in time along Chorus (repeat last line Chorus end on ’