He told a good story and all of us kids listened
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'Bout his life on the border and the way it was then
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And we all believed him and when he would finish
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We'd ask the old cowboy to tell 'em again
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You could almost hear those prairie winds blowin'
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His saddle a creakin' 'neath his old faded jeans
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You could taste the dry dust from the trail he was ridin'
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As he sat there and painted those west Texas scenes
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And the grown-ups would tell us
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You boys keep your distance, that old man's just tellin' you lies
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But to all of us kids Cowboy Bill was a hero
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Just as true as his blue Texas skies
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He told of a time when he rode with the Rangers
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Down on the pecos and he saved the day
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Outnumbered by plenty, they were almost too cover
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With thirty banditos headed their way
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He looked back just in time to see a horse stumble
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The captain went down and Bill pulled up on his rains
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And through a flurry of bullets he rescued the captain
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And they rode for a sunset, just the story remains
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And the grown-ups would tell us
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You boys keep your distance, that old man's just tellin' you lies
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But to all of us kids Cowboy Bill was a hero
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Just as true as his blue Texas skies
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Well I still remember the day that it happened
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We waited and we waited but Bill never showed
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And the follks at the feed store said they hadn't seen him
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So we set out for his place down Old Grist Mill Road
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And we cried when we found him lying there with his mem'ries
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The old trunk wide open, things scattered about
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He was clutchin' a badge that said Texas Ranger
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And an old "yeller" letter said Texas Is Proud
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And the grown-ups that told us
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You boys keep your distance, that old man's just tellin' lies
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Well now they're all sayin' Cowboy Bill was a hero
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Just as true as his blue Texas skies
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Just as true as his blue Texas skies
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Cowboy Bill
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| Garth Brooks |
