The Max Hunter Folk Song Collection

Empty Cot in the Bunkhouse Tonight

Cat. #1265 (MFH #879) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on October 26, 1971

VERSE 1
Empty cot in th bunkhouse tonight
Pinto's head hangin' low
His spurs an' chaps hang on th wall
Limpy's gone where th good cowboys go
There's a ranch for ever cowboy
An' th foreman looks after his own
There'll be an empty saddle, tonight
But he's happy up there, I know

VERSE 2
He was ridin' th ranch, last Saturday night
When a northern started to blow
With his head to his chest, heading for th rest
He stopped, by a cry soft an' low

VERSE 3
Our crazy young calf had strayed from his Ma
An' in th snow an' storm
He laid in a heap at th end of th draw
Ruffled all out to keep warm

VERSE 4
Limpy on his feet, tossed him away
His horse an' started again for th shack
The wind blew cold an' the snow fell fast
Poor Limpy strayed from th track
He arived a three, in the morning
And put th poor boy, to bed
He flopped in his bunk unable to move
Next morning poor Limpy was dead
There's a ranch for ever cowboy
An' th foreman looks after his own
Someday he willl ride ole Pinto, up there
On th ranch, far alone