We were them, way back then
Kids among the white haired men.
They’d been us, but they’d been poor
First the depression, then the war
Steamy, Carl, Calvin, Jack
All tellin’ tales of times back
In the days when they were young
Bad wrecks, good women, buckles won.
Scoffing at our lives of ease,
Called us cowboy wannabees.
But taught us how to make top hand
And the importance of ridin’ for the brand.
And now we are the white haired men,
Recollecting ‘bout how it was when
We were young and times were tough
The young boys seldom do enough
For us to give the praise they seek
To toughen them, we call them weak
Schooling them on the when and how
For when they are who we are now.
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