He told a good story and all of us kids listened
'Bout his life on the border and the way it was then
And we all believed him and when he would finish
We'd ask the old cowboy to tell 'em again
You could almost hear those prairie winds blowin'
His saddle a creakin' 'neath his old faded jeans
You could taste the dry dust from the trail he was ridin'
As he sat there and painted those west Texas scenes
And the grown-ups would tell us
You boys keep your distance, that old man's just tellin' you lies
But to all of us kids Cowboy Bill was a hero
Just as true as his blue Texas skies
He told of a time when he rode with the Rangers
Down on the pecos and he saved the day
would
trail
through
things
there
those
their
texas
thirty
sunset
stumble
story
taste
store
still
grown
badge
grist
rains
faded
distance
waited
found
remains
showed
cried
horse
listened
cowboy
again
yeller
happened
flurry
about
believed
border
outnumbered
trunk
prairie
bullets
could
ranger
headed
almost
rescued
looked
captain
letter
winds
rangers
cover
lying
never
painted
place
plenty
proud
pulled
remember
finish
saddle
skies
saved
jeans
scattered
scenes
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