Be There Indians And Cowboys In Heaven

Riding off into the sunset

on the back of my horse, Butterfly

Don't know which one of us yet

is looking for a place to die.

Old cowboys and their horses

are about a thing of the past

And now riding here in the present

don't know how long we will last.

Chorus:

Now it's a quarter past eleven

on the back of my horse, Butterfly

Be there indians and cowboys in heaven

if there ain't then I wanna know why.

Remember when farms were ranches

and super centers were called general stores

And it was a tree that had branches

now there's hardly a farm any more.

Old cowboys and their horses

are about a thing of the past

And now riding here in the present

don't know how long we will last.

(Repeat chorus)