When we were younger, Eddie’s “party-piece” and favourite song was a Gene Autrey cowboy classic “Wanderers Of The Wasteland” which prompted me to nickname him Tex Coyle. The name stuck, and for many years the Friday night card sessions at Tex’s were our regular routine.
When I remembered this, earlier in the week, I realised that, much to my surprise, I still could recall all of the words, even though maybe 40 years had passed. Tex Coyle’s version had obviously made a big impression on me, even though it made me laugh back in those days of my youth
Last night, I sat with my guitar and sang it for Tex, one last time … AND I did Eddie’s version, which had different lyrics from the Gene Autrey version … and all the better they were too
WANDERERS OF THE WASTELAND
We are wanderers of the wasteland My lop-eared mule, my broken down horse and me Always travelling going nowhere Across the plains and o’er the hills go we. When I was young / I used to be A high-falutin’, rooting-tooting son of a gunin Wyoming I loved a gal / She loved my pal So I packed my bag and saddled my nag And then I started roaming
Now we’re only a lonely trio Without a friend, we trail along endlessly Three old wanderers of the wasteland My lop-eared mule, my broken down horse and me.