All them cowboys are old men Longing for a mission once again Gambling everything, boys we were fearless Well we had the right stuff then
We were brothers bound together Sharing every victory and pain Never will there be such good companions We’ll never see that right stuff again
So farewell, my friends Till we meet again In some bar where angels fear to tread Some have already gone But it won’t be long Till we’re all together again
Time is such a strange arrangement You think you have too much and then it’s gone But I know this world will keep on turning When you and me have slipped this mortal coil
