Garth Brooks

He told a good story,
and all us kids listened,
'bout his life on the border and the way it was then,
We'd all beleive,
and when he would finish,
we'd ask the old cowboy to tell 'em again,
You could almost hear those prarie 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,
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And the grownups would tell us,
"you boys keep your distance,
that old man's just tellin' you lies"
but to all 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,
outnumbered by plenty,
they were almost to cover,
when thirty bandillos headed their way,
He looked back just in time to see a horse stumble,
the captain went down, Bill pulled up on his reigns,
through a flurry of bullets he rescued the captain,
they rode for a sunset, just the story remains
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And the grownups would tell us,
"you boys keep your distance,
that old man's just tellin' you lies"
but to all us kids Cowboy Bill was a hero,
just as true as his blue Texas skies
Well, I still remember the day that it happened,
we waited and we waited, but Bill never showed
the folks at the feed store said they hadn't seen him,
so we set out for his place down old Gristmill Road
And we cried when we found him lying there with his memories,
the oak trunk wide open, things scattered about,
he was clutchin' a badge that said Texas Rangers,
and an old yellow letter said "Texas is proud"
And the grownups that told us "You boys keep your distance,
that old man's just tellin' you lies,"
now they're all sayin' "Cowboy Bill was a hero,
just as true as his blue Texas skies,
just as true as his blue Texas skies"