(Larry Bastian/E. Berghoff)



He told a good story and all of us kids listened

'Bout his life on the border and the way it was then

And we all believed him 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 creakin' 'neath his old faded jeans

You could taste the dry dust from the trail he was ridin'

As he sat there and painted those west Texas scenes



CHORUS

And the grown-ups would tell us

You boys keep your distance, that old man's just tellin' you lies

But to all of us kids Cowboy Bill was a hero

Just as true as his blue Texas skies



He told of a time when he rode with the Rangers

Down on the pecos and he saved the day

Outnumbered by plenty, they werre almost too cover

With thirty banditos headed their way



He looked back just in time to see a horse stumble

The captain went down and Bill pulled up on his rains

And through a flurry of bullets he rescued the captain

And they rode for a sunset, just the story remains



CHORUS



Well I still remember the day that it happened

We waited and we waited but Bill never showed

And the follks at the feed store said they hadn't seen him

So we set out for his place down Old Grist Mill Road



And we cried when we found him lying there with his mem'ries

The old trunk wide open, things scattered about

He was clutchin' a badge that said Texas Ranger

And an old "yeller" letter said Texas Is Proud



And the grown-ups that told us

You boys keep your distance, that old man's just tellin' lies

Well now they're all sayin' Cowboy Bill was a hero

Just as true as his blue Texas skies



Just as true as his blue Texas skies

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