He told a good story and all us kids listened
'Bout his life on the border and the way it was then
And we all believed, and when he would finish
We'd ask the old cowboy to tell em again
You could almost hear those prairie winds blowin' =
His saddle a crekin 'neath his old faded jeans
You could taste the dry dust from the trail he was ridin'
As he sat there and he painted those west Texas scenes
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And the grown ups would tell us =
(And the grown ups that told us) =
You boys keep your distance
that old man's just tellin you lies
But to all us kids
(Well now they're all sayin')
Cowboy Bill was a hero =
Just as true as his blue texas skies.
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