Good Horses To Ride

Old Tuck was a cowboy I knew years ago Could put a stretch in a story like a forty foot row Young an' wide eyed, I believed every word As he rambled through the canyons an' stampeded herds Swore there were still Comanches in them breaks to the south He'd seen good hands ride in there an' never rode out He had a horse he called Dollar that twice saved his life He lost him to Jim Shoulders playin' poker one night When I turned eighteen, I packed up an' left home Tuck was pretty old back then an' by now he's long gone But I've heard it said that ol' cowboys don't die They get put out to pasture way up in the sky So if God's got a Heaven for old cowboy legends I hope the gra*s is greener on the other side An' he's got good horses to ride Now the folks back home would tell you Tuck was just crazy an' old But I still believe in Conquistador gold An' those memories look like a mirage in the distance Starin' out from this prison of urban existence So I saddle up an' I go back now an' then To remember who I was an' just forget where I am Now the concrete an' steel, they spread out like a plague Consumin' the rivers, the mountains and the plains Then one of these days it'll all be gone But somewhere that spirit will always live on 'Cause I've heard it said that ol' cowboys don't die They get put out to pasture way up in the sky So if God's got a Heaven for old cowboy legends I hope the gra*s is greener on the other side An' he's got good horses to ride Yeah, he's got good horses to ride A few good horses to ride And a few good horses to ride