He got busted up bad down in Lubbock He was taking the greyhound back home Though the fire in his eye never flickered He knew the best of his good days were gone He said, "I'm thinking a lot about retiring But the rodeo life's all I know Saying, I don't know what to do with the rest I'm too burned out to go on" He said, "Scatter the ashes over the road Then let a strong wind blow When I can't walk away, it's my time to go" ♪ He said, "Son, my road map to heaven Sometimes leads me out of the way Through those rodeo towns and those drunkin' old sundowns Someday to an early grave" He pulled his saddle up over his shoulder He said, "Before you throw dirt on my bones Hey, tell me what do you do with the broken old cowboy Who spend his whole life being thrown" He said, "Scatter the ashes over the road Then let the strong wind blow When I can't walk away, it's my time to go" "Scatter the ashes over the road Then let the strong wind blow When I can't walk away, it's my time to go" ♪ "Scatter the ashes over the road Then let the strong wind blow When I can't walk away, it's my time to go" ♪ (Scatter the ashes)