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.