For the Old Guys
When I was boy I wanted to be a cowboy;
I wore the hat and boots.
I talked like John Wayne
and walked like The Duke
... and I dreamed of saving the day.
As an adolescent I wanted to be a cowboy;
I read Louis L’amour, and Max Brand.
I learned to tuck in my shirt
and to work like a man
... while I dreamed of riding away.
As a young man I wanted to be a cowboy;
I tore down saloons on Saturday nights
loved some fair maidens
and won some fights
... and stayed true to the cowboy way.
As an old man I long for the old days;
Back when good guys wore white,
when our cinema heroes
didn’t have to wear tights,
... and the day was worth trying to save.