There's An Empty Cot In The Bunkhouse Tonight

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[A]There's [D]a cotton muse
in the [G]bunkhouse tonight
[Em]Ther[Edim]e's a pint[D]o's
head hangin' [A]low
His [D]furs and shouts [G]hang on the [Edim]wall
If he's [D]gone,
where'd the [A]good cowboys [D]go?
There's a [G]range for every cow[D]boy,
where the foreman takes
care of [A]his own.
There'll [D]be an empty [G]saddle tonight,
[Edim]but he's happy u[D]p there, I[A] know.[D]
He was riding the range
last Sat[G]urday [Edim]noon
When [D]a norther had started to [A]blow
His [D]head in his chest
heading [G]into the [Edim]west
He was [D]stopped by a [A]cry soft and [D]low
That a [G]crazy young calf
had [D]strayed from his maw
And was lost in the snow and the [A]storm.
He [D]lay in a heap at the [G]end
of [Em]the d[Edim]raw,
Huddled [D]all in a [A]bunch to keep [D]warm.
Lampy hobbled his feet,
tossed [G]him over his [Edim]horse,
And [D]started again for the [A]Shire
But the [D]wind got cold and
the [G]snow piled [Edim]up
And [D]poor Lampy [A]strayed from his [D]tribe
He ar[G]rived at three in the [D]morning
and put the maverick to [A]bed.
He [D]flopped in his bunk,
not able [G]to [Edim]move.
This [D]morning [A]Olympe was [D]dead.
There's a cot unused
in the [G]bunkhouse tonight.
[D]There's a penthose head hanging low[A].
His [D]spurs and chaps hang
[G]on the wal[Em]l,
[D]Limpy's gone where the
[A]good cowboys [D]go.
There's a [G]place for every [D]cowboy
who has that kind of [A]love.
And [D]someday he'll ride open,
[G]though aga[Edim]in,
on that [D]range up [A]there above.

[Outro 1]
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