Song Description

A tribute to the late, great cowboy/singer/songwriter, Chris LeDoux. This song was written the day after he died, and recorded about two weeks later.

Lyrics

1st Verse

I came home from work, sat down to supper
And tuned in to watch the news
And in between bites, my ears picked up somethin'
That left my poor heart feelin' bruised
I turned up the volume, and hoped what the anchorman said
Somehow just wasn't true
Then tried to imagine what western music
Will be like without Chris LeDoux

2nd Verse

He threw on the saddle, stepped in the stirrup
And swung on to take his last ride
And in a few moments, just maybe eight seconds
He managed to cross that divide
He played with the cards he was given
He never complained 'bout the deal
He cashed in his chips, and now he's a slidin'
Down the other side of the hill

Chorus

So who's gonna sing to the cowboys
And tell of the rodeo ways
And sing of the life lived beneath western skies
Ridin' broncs and gatherin' strays
And who's gonna head to the mountains
To answer the call of the wild
And ride for a fall, be the voice of us all
Every western child
Many will follow the hoofprints
But one fact is sad, but it's true
No other will sing like the voice out from under
The old hat of Chris LeDoux

Bridge

Bang a drum for the Cadillac Cowboy
And for all of the things he did best
For old Bareback Jack, and the one road man
Who was tougher than all the rest

Chorus (repeat)