Now he stops by the watering hole fills his hat with water
before he puts it on his head he stares and ponders the road he did wander
what does it matter now all his friends are gone at least the ones that shared the bottle
he keeps his parchments alive tells his stories to no one but just in case he dies
there's a record of his life but for now he walks a line on his path of adventure
shares the time with whoever he finds at the watering hole beyond the shadows
a man appears there's a nowhere man out in the prairie with his hat in his hand
the other on the bridle wipes the sweat from his head before it drips to the ground
his life flashes before him not enough time not enough money not enough patience
to make her mine (Repeat)
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