Dreamed I was a cowboy out there on the range
Only had one friend and Pistol was his name
We'd sleep under the stars at night beneath a big full moon
Thinking about the ladies in the lonesome dove saloon
Pistol and I would ride out through the canyons in the sun
Go swimming in the afternoon just to have some fun
Looking back through time and all the songs we sang
It was just our way of life back there in those days
You could hear the doggies sing along by the campfire with our songs
Crying in the moonlight till the embers were all but gone
I swear I could hear the angels singing chorus on every tune
God I wish I were back with Pistol and the lonesome dove saloon
They say a cowboys horse is always his best friend
Pistol was my loyal friend and stayed until the end
These days I tend to dream of Pistol deep into the night
Pray that he still runs the range in Gods golden sunlight
You could hear the doggies sing along by the campfire with our songs
Crying in the moonlight till the embers were all but gone
I swear I could hear the angels singing chorus on every tune
God I wish I were back with Pistol and the lonesome dove saloon