Now old Jake was a cowboy he'd worked his whole life on the rangeAnd he could rope, and he could ride with any man just half his ageOld Jake was my hero and me I was just a green kidAnd I prayed that someday I could do all the things old Jake didWell we sat around the bunk house one cold and lonely winter's nightJust chewin' and talkin' and smokin' by the coal oil lightWell old Jake had been aweful quiet that evenin' and he stared hard and longHe said young puncher you goin' to remember me after I'm goneWhatever happens to old cowboy heros like meA broken down part of a man I used to beWill I be forgotten or live on in your memoryWhatever happens to old cowboy heros like meIt's been a long time and oh how the years fade awayWell I stopped by the bunk house were me and old Jake used to stayThey say Jake died about ten years ago and they buried him out there on the plainsOld friend you might be gone but your memory always stays the sameWhatever happens...