Empty Cot in the Bunkhouse Tonight Songtext
von Rosalie Sorrels

There′s an empty cot in the bunkhouse tonight
Pinto's head hangin′ low
His spurs and chaps hang on the wall
Limpie's gone where the good cowboys go
There's a range for every cowboy
And the foreman looks after his own
There′ll be an empty saddle tonight
But he′s happy up there I know
He was ridin' the range last Saturday noon
When a norther started to blow
With his head in his chest, headin′ into the west
He was stopped by a cry soft and low
There a crazy young calf had strayed from its mama
And lost in the snow and the storm
It lay in a heap at the end of the draw
Huddled all in a bunch to keep warm


Limpie hobbled his feet, tossed him over his hoss
Started again for the shack
The wind blew cold and the snow piled high
And poor Limpie strayed from his track
He arrived at three in the mornin'
And put the maverick to bed
He flopped in his bunk not able to move
In the mornin′ poor Limpie was dead
There's an empty cot in the bunkhouse tonight
Pinto′s head hangin' low
His spurs and chaps hang on the wall
Limpie's gone where the good cowboys go
There′s a range for every cowboy
And the foreman looks after his own
And someday he′ll ride old Pinto
On the range up there above