Well, my name is Cecil Brown And I'm from a little town, and people don't think much of me. I never understood Why they thought I was no good,

But this is how it seems.


The feelings of this worn out cowboy,
Will make you feel so cold.
I've traveled up and down so many
kinds of lonesome roads.


I once took the high road
And it took me straight to hell.
And I stood there all by myself.


Cause all alone's where
I feel like I belong.
Cause it don't matter
Who's right or wrong.


Pickin' up the pieces
Of my broken family,
Is not an easy sight to see.
And as the leaves have changed,
It helps ease the pain;
And sufferin' they left for me.


The feelings of this worn out cowboy,
Will make you feel so cold.
I've traveled up and down so many,
kinds of lonesome roads.