Written in 1979 after an incident on a trip my old housemate Adelia Kearney and I took to spend Christmas at her parents’ home in Montrose, Colorado. My dog Gopher got hit by a Bronco during a stop at a park in Durango, Colorado.
It all started in Durango when my dog got hit,
We took him to the vet, and we thought that was it;
But he wasn’t hurt bad, so we got back in the car,
When we started seein’ signs for The Cowboy Bar.
Now it hadn’t been a weekend of any satisfaction,
So we drove around the lake, lookin’ for some action;
We missed a couple turns, but we hadn’t gone far,
Before we arrived at The Cowboy Bar.
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The Cowboy Bar don’t like long hair,
You’re only gonna see real cowboys there,
So remove your spurs, and don’t talk a lot,
‘Cause I sat on a stool where somebody got shot!
Soon we started talkin’ to a boy from Chicago,
Who said there was a party down the road we should go to;
So we drank some more beers to “Your Cheatin’ Heart,â€
And we all said goodbye to that Cowboy Bar.
There were people there from Hobbs and North Carolina,
And the dope and the daiquiris couldn’t be finer;
So we listened to the music and the thunder and the rain,
And, except for my dog, nobody felt any pain!
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So, if you ain’t got nothin’ better to do with your time,
Drive up to Durango and follow the signs;
Tuck your hair in your collar, lock your joints in the car,
Or you’ll never get away from that Cowboy Bar.
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