Misfortune's Own Son - Chris Ledoux

The Wild horse he wonders up high on the mountain

He grazes on short grass where Bitter winds blow

He’s headed to nowhere with no time to spare

Storm clouds are building and lookin' like snow

With tight reins and curb chains can’t handle or hold him

He don’t fit in fences he’s way to high strung

His freedom don’t feed him and nobody needs him

He’s just an old wild horse, misfortunes own son

The old cowboy looks at his ropes and his riggin'

Their all he has left that’s worth caryin' about

Well him and that leather went through hell together

It seems like their both getting close to worn out

Well there ain’t too much call now for his kind of cowboy

There aren’t enough wild horses out there to run

Besides he too old but that’s all he knows

He’s just an old cowboy, misfortunes own son

Wild horses and old cowboys two of a kind

Yesterday’s heroes the time left behind

Wide open spaces are fast closing in

Misfortunes own sons you won’t see them again

The Wild horse is Weary, there’s snow on the mountain

No peace in the valley, full of highways and towns

The old man just spent his last day in the saddle

There’s no reason to ride now the old days are gone

But you can’t hardly blame them for trying to hold onto

Their own way of life now it’s over and done

Just lonesome reminders left over survivors

The old cowboy and the wild horse misfortunes own son

Wild horses and old cowboys two of a kind

Yesterday’s heroes the time left behind

Wide open spaces are fast closing in

Misfortunes own sons you won’t see them again