Biography:
Steagall was born Russell Steagall in Gainesville, Texas, on December 22, 1937. He became a bull rider at rodeos while he was still a teenager, but at the age of 15, he was stricken with polio. He took up the guitar and the mandolin as physical therapy to recover the strength and dexterity of his arms and hands. Steagall entered a career in agricultural chemistry after graduating from West Texas State University with a degree in animal science and agronomy.
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Theres a few little differences in the one verse from the rest and even the
chorus changes a little bit, but as an ol'boy told me one time, thats just
the way the script was wrote.
Theres One Empty Cot In The Bunkhouse By Red Steagall
3/4
G
Theres one empty cot in the bunkhouse
G7 C
Theres a saddle that nobody rides
G
One empty place at the table
D
The remuda is five horses shy
G
We turned his string out to pasture
G7 C
He'll never ride em no more
G
We buried him out on the hillside last sunday
D G
Another good cowboys gone home
G
He came on a train to west Texas
G7 C
>From a farm back in east Tennessee
G
All he wanted outa life was to cowboy
D
He came west to full fill his dream
G
He got his first job on the sixes
G7 C
That was forty some odd years ago
G
He was the best we ever saw with the bad ones
D
One hell of a hand with a rope
G
I saw him just one time in service
G7 C
It was the day that the boss lady died
G
You could tell by the way, he handled people and horses
D
He'd made his own deal with his god
G
Now theres one empty cot in the bunkhouse
G7 C
Theres a saddle that nobody rides
G
One empty place at the table
D G
The remuda is five horses shy
G
He hated to fence and dig post holes
G7 C
He would if he's ask to of course
G
Then he'd swear how theres nothin in life thats worth doin
D
If it can't be done from a horse
G
He taught me how to top out the bad ones
G7 C
How to tell a good horse from his eye
G
How to watch on the roundup when a cows on the prod
D
Shes hidin her baby nearby
G
Well we ain't changed a thing in the bunkhouse
G7 C
We ain't ready to admit that hes gone
G
His hot roll still lays across the foot of his bed
D
His leggins still hang on the wall
G
But theres one empty cot in the bunkhouse
G7 C
Theres a saddle that nobody rides
G
One empty place at the table
D G
The remuda is five horses shy
chorus changes a little bit, but as an ol'boy told me one time, thats just
the way the script was wrote.
Theres One Empty Cot In The Bunkhouse By Red Steagall
3/4
G
Theres one empty cot in the bunkhouse
G7 C
Theres a saddle that nobody rides
G
One empty place at the table
D
The remuda is five horses shy
G
We turned his string out to pasture
G7 C
He'll never ride em no more
G
We buried him out on the hillside last sunday
D G
Another good cowboys gone home
G
He came on a train to west Texas
G7 C
>From a farm back in east Tennessee
G
All he wanted outa life was to cowboy
D
He came west to full fill his dream
G
He got his first job on the sixes
G7 C
That was forty some odd years ago
G
He was the best we ever saw with the bad ones
D
One hell of a hand with a rope
G
I saw him just one time in service
G7 C
It was the day that the boss lady died
G
You could tell by the way, he handled people and horses
D
He'd made his own deal with his god
G
Now theres one empty cot in the bunkhouse
G7 C
Theres a saddle that nobody rides
G
One empty place at the table
D G
The remuda is five horses shy
G
He hated to fence and dig post holes
G7 C
He would if he's ask to of course
G
Then he'd swear how theres nothin in life thats worth doin
D
If it can't be done from a horse
G
He taught me how to top out the bad ones
G7 C
How to tell a good horse from his eye
G
How to watch on the roundup when a cows on the prod
D
Shes hidin her baby nearby
G
Well we ain't changed a thing in the bunkhouse
G7 C
We ain't ready to admit that hes gone
G
His hot roll still lays across the foot of his bed
D
His leggins still hang on the wall
G
But theres one empty cot in the bunkhouse
G7 C
Theres a saddle that nobody rides
G
One empty place at the table
D G
The remuda is five horses shy
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