around the bunkhouse tonight
There's gloom in the old corral
I said good -bye to a cowboy tonight,
I said good -bye to a pal
He's gone, he's gone up the trail,
He's gone to join a heavenly band
That's led by Buffalo Bill
Old Petto's head's a -hangin' low
He's missin' a cowboy's song
The moon is pale and seems to know
Tonight there's something wrong
He's gone, he's gone up the trail
He's gone to join a heavenly band
That's led by Buffalo Bill
I lay my fiddle away to rest,
to rest with his old guitar,
To never play until the day
when I cross over the bar.
He's gone, he's gone up the trail,
He's gone to join a heavenly band
that's led by Buffalo Bill.