To every silver cowboy who rode the silver screen
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Do you remember ridin' through the strand
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And do you remember me I'm the front row kid
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Who galloped right behind you 'til the end
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And saved your life so often by callin' out your name
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When it looked like Blackie had the upper hand
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We saved towns and ranches in spite of threats and rain
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While stayin' safe and dry inside the Strand
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The Strand it was a fortress in the heart of town
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It's marquee proudly boasted out you name
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Sendin' out a message to youngin's all around
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and each and every Saturday we came
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We came to watch our hero's ride the silver screen
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In hot pursuit of Blackie's outlaw band
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I wish that I could walk up to that ticket booth again
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And buy just one more ticket to the Strand
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But our town is changin' and it seems we need
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A parking lot to help our town expand
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Today I learned a lesson, like you I must be brave
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Today I learned their tarein' down the Strand
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I wish that there was somethin' Fellow's we could do
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One more effort before we disband
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We've saved those towns and ranches
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And now before we're through
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Seems we ought to try to save the Strand
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But they say it's over and I guess it's true
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They'll park their cars where horses used to stand
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I'll try to use the courage that I learned from you
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Every time I think about the Strand
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And If I could live life over there's much that I would change
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And possibly I'd be a different man
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I'd follow many different trails but one would stay the same
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And that's the one that led me to the Strand
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That happy trail that led me to the Strand
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Strand
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| The Statler Brothers |
