Oh I once was a cowboy and I used to run wild
And I rodeoed and wrangled and rambled in style
But I m too old for horses, too old for the show
And I m too young for heaven now where shall I go?
Oh, I never was a drunkard but this I will say
The taste of the whisky gets better each day
The bartender scowled you are drinking to slow
And we close in ten minutes, now where shall I go
Now it s out in the evening with the stars burning bright
Nothing but memories to share with the night
Where shall I go? Where shall I go?
I am too young for heaven, now where shall I go? [:o?]