Lyrics to Dawson LeGate

He hung his old saddle up high in the barn

He's made her a promise his cowboyin is done

Said I've won them big buckles done all I can do

Now I'm ready to spend my last years here with you



Said we'll break out the flat lands aint been

plowed for years I'll plant wheat and white oats

they'll do well up here.

And I'll buy us some baldies to run in the hills

and I'll break out some bad ones to help pay the bills.





(Verse 2)

He made it alright till the harvest was done

His feet started itchin he wanted to run

He quietly entered the Calgary Stampede

And the first that he took just put wings on his feet

And she cried when he showed her the

money he'd won

She knew at the first light of day he'd be gon

But he promised he'd quit when the season was thru

He'd be home to plant wheat fore winter winds blew.





(Chorus)

Cause the winters get long up Alberta way

Cloud's get so dark seems there's no light of day

And thelong nights get lonely and cold while she waits

As she dreams of her cowboy named Dawson Legate.





Vs. 3

Well summer went fast he wqas ridin em all.

He placed high at Cheyenne a first at Sioux Falls.

He was sendin home money his intentions were good

But then life for a cowboy don't go like it should.





Vs.4

He drawed him a bad one at Frisco that fall

A hard one to ride was a chute fightin hoss

The first jump he stumbled fell and he rolled

His neck snapped like straw Dawson's body grew cold.





Vs. 5

Now the bad weeds have taken the flat lands again.

There's a few strands of wire where fences had been.

And the baldies are bawlin in the hills where they

graze

While she's rockin the first son of Dawson LeGate





(Repeat Chorus)