He was tall, thin and oak tree tough.
It wasn't hard to tell when he'd had enough.
He'd clinch his fists and grit his teeth
Then say a few cuss words, underneath.

He never seemed to want to fight,
Although at times, we thought he might.
He'd pay his tab and leave the bar.
He didn't want things to go too far.

He'd saddle his horse and ride off alone.
One minute he'd be here, the next be gone.
He never married, or so I've been told.
"He didn't need someone to watch him grow old."

He saw a gal, from time to time.
No one could boast, he's a friend of mine.
If he had a name, he never did tell.
We all figured it was just as well.

No one knew anything about his past.
We never knew him well enough to ask.
He'd ride into town, down a drink or two,
Throw some money on the bar, when he was through.

Then he'd get on his horse and gallop away
He'd come in alone and leave the same way.
He brought in some horses, he saddle broke.
Said, "I need some money for my poke."

Bought some new duds, didn't say why
Figured we'd find out by and by.
One day, a stranger rode through,
And stopped by his cabin for a minute or two.

Said he found the ol' boy face down on the floor
A note beside him read, "I can't take no more."
He was dressed in new clothes with a second note nearby.
"The money on the table belongs to whoever rides by."

A plain white stone was placed at his head,
They didn't know his name, the stone just read.
Here lies Ol' no name, at peace at last.
God knows your name, as well as your past.