When I was but a small boy Father bought me many books About the creatures of the river banks And the sins of sea cooks
But the ones I never left behind Of those long forgotten gains Were the tales of wild and windy slopes By the man they called Will James
The living of his cowboy dreams Or so it seemed to me The perfect combi nation Riding high and living free
His heros were his horses And he drew them clear and true And on every page they'd come alive And they'd jump straight out at you
His race towards the sunset Was the high and lonesome kind Like coyote always looking back He left no tracks behind
So I've memorized those pictures boys There still the very best If whiskey was his mistress Then his true love was the west
I remember up on deadmans creek back Thirty years or more I hired out breaking colts Which I'd never done before
A city kid, I ask myself now What would Will james do And you know it was the d***dest thing but it Kinda got me thru
His race towards the sunset Was the high and lonesome kind Like coyote always looking back He left no tracks behind
So I've memorized those pictures boys There still the very best If whiskey was his mistress Then his true love was the westTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
