Broken Down Cowboys

He was only a baby when he ran off to war.
For freedom and justice, of that he was sure.
On a hillside in the jungle so far from home.
He mumbles a song that he knew as a child,
"All alone, so all alone.
Only broken down cowboys and Jesus could know."

Broken and beaten and barely a man,
a lady did reach out and give him her hand.
And lays him down gently and rocks him so slow.
He shakes and he shudders and refuses to cry.

All alone, still all alone.
Only cowboys and junkies and Jesus could know.

Now his hair has turned silver
and his years have turned gold.
He walks by the birch trees
and he smiles at the cold.
If it weren't for his lady,
he'd have lost his poor mind.
So he stops at the tombstone and
he leaves her a rose.

All alone, again all alone.
Only broken down cowboys and Jesus could know.
All alone, still all alone.
Only cowboys and junkies and Jesus could know.
Jesus could know.