[Intro – spoken / slow over guitars]
There’s an empty stool by the bar tonight…
Leather cut hangin’ where he left it…
Raise your glass, boys…
This one’s for Cowboy.
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[Verse 1]
There’s an old barstool sittin’ empty by the door tonight
Leather cut still hangin’ where he left it in the light
Boots that walked a thousand miles of blacktop and dust
A man who lived by honor and a biker’s code of trust
He’d tip his hat to strangers if they showed a little grace
But heaven help the fool who brought trouble to his place
Kindness was his language, thunder was his hand
If you crossed the line with his, you’d understand
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[Chorus – loud, gang vocals]
Here’s to your last ride, Cowboy
Here’s to the laughter and joy
One hell of a son of a gun
A brother, a father, a son
You rode for your family, stood tall for your crew
The road might be quieter, but it still carries you
Raise a glass to the miles and the life you enjoyed
Here’s to your last ride, Cowboy
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[Verse 2]
He’d laugh like a wildfire rollin’ through the night
Always had a story and a joke locked and loaded tight
The kind who’d help a stranger fix a tire in the rain
Then roast you for a week about it just the same
His brothers rode beside him through the good and the bad
Steel horses and loyalty were the best things he had
But the pride in his eyes came when his family walked in
That’s a love even the hardest road can’t bend
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[Chorus – bigger]
Here’s to your last ride, Cowboy
Here’s to the laughter and joy
One hell of a son of a gun
A brother, a father, a son
You rode for your family, stood tall for your crew
The road might be quieter, but it still carries you
Raise a glass to the miles and the life you enjoyed
Here’s to your last ride, Cowboy
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[Bridge – slow, heavy guitars]
The highway runs forever past the edge of the sky
And somewhere past the sunset we know you still ride
Wind in your beard and a grin on your face
Another long road in a better place
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[Final Chorus – full band / gang chant]
Here’s to your last ride, Cowboy
Here’s to the laughter and joy
One hell of a son of a gun
A brother, a father, a son
A man who was gentle till respect came undone
Then heaven help the fool who thought Cowboy would run
The engines may fade but the legend’s not destroyed
Here’s to your last ride, Cowboy
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[Outro – chant fading]
Last ride… Cowboy…
Last ride… Cowboy…
Ride on, brother
