(light acoustic music) ♪ Amazing grace how ♪ sweet the sound ♪ ♪ That saved a wretch like me ♪ ♪ I once was lost ♪ but now I'm found ♪ ♪ Was blind but now I see ♪ I went to a funeral just the other day, an ole cowboy passed away.

His family didn't understand him, nor his ways to roam.

They laid our part out in this hoity funeral home.

Funny to see dusty boots and hats come respectin', when suit's and tie's what's they're expecting.

Nicest duds they ever seen 'em in, all dressed in Amish black.

Look so good, that ole puncher might've liked to come back.

Was elegant dresses, and moist eyes, and murmured tones from them suits and ties.

Kids bewildered at all the cow folks there to wish him well, and amazed at the stories about him they would tell.

A preacher for the service to send him on his way, to meet the almighty maker on that heart heavy day.

Fancy limos to haul to his final resting place.

Shiny cars and dented pick ups in a long line of grace.

Far as I know, he'd rather be alone than have all that fuss.

He liked lonely much much more, ornery old cuss.

He weren't much for parties, nor pomp and circumstance.

I half expected him to push up and give a spiteful dance.

(Mark laughs) Now as we're at the marker, and they're lowering him to ground, so commotion on behind and heads swivel all around.

His grandson with a lead line attached to granddads horse, ain't a proper burial without your best friend of course.

I went to a funeral just the other day, an ole cowboy passed away.

♪ Amazing grace how ♪ sweet the sound ♪ ♪ Saved a wretch like me ♪ ♪ I once was lost ♪ but now I'm found ♪ ♪ Was blind but now I see ♪