I Won't Have Far to Go
I love that lonesome song with spurs and saddle leather
Steam rising off the backs of a hundred head
Ole Maverick and me have seen a million miles together
He's sixteen hands of heart that don't know quit
Some years we do good to just break even
But it ain't how much you make that makes a living
Cause when I see that painted sunset
It's hard not to think that
Right here where I'm standing
Is where the good Lord hangs his old hat
These mountains and these canyons
Sure feel close to heaven
So when he finally calls this cowboy home
I bet I won't have far to go
Now that good book says up yonder there'll be mansions
And mansions don't do nothing for my soul
But I've seen the leaves of late September Aspens
Turn old Comanche trails into streets of Gold
So when I see that painted sunset
It's hard not to think that
Right here where I'm standing
Is where the good Lord hangs his old hat
These mountains and these canyons
Sure feel close to heaven
So when he finally calls this cowboy home
I bet I won't have far to go
To get to the other side
Cause I've already caught a glimpse
Of that sweet by and by
And when I see that painted sunset
It's hard not to think that
Right here where I'm standing
Is where the good Lord hangs his old hat
These mountains and these canyons
Sure feel close to heaven
So when he finally calls this cowboy home
When he finally calls this cowboy home
I bet I won't have far to go
Autor(es): Trent Wilmon, Shane Minor, Paul Bogart
