Old Guy

Old Guy

Old Guy was the real McCoy
He had a black saddle down in the basement
He used to be a cowboy
Now it’s just a memory that he’s chasin’

He had a silver saddle horn
He had a lariat, he had a loop
In the Western morning
From the land of the Sioux

Old Guy was the genuine thing
He had a black saddle with a silver ring
Settin’ on a sawhorse down in the cellar
“What do you think of that, young feller?”

Old Guy had a leathery face
In the dim light down in the cellar
From the cowboy days
Now it’s just a story that he’s tellin’

About a Blackfoot arrowhead
About a battle scar or two
And a buffalo blanket
From the land of the Sioux

Old Guy was the genuine thing
He had a black saddle with a silver ring
Settin’ on a sawhorse down in the cellar
“What do you think of that, young feller?”

“I think I want to be a cowboy if I ever grow up”
Like Old Guy on the last roundup
He left a branding mark, for better or worse
On a young boy’s heart, The Cowboy’s Curse

Old Guy was the genuine thing
He had a black saddle with a silver ring
Settin’ on a sawhorse down in the cellar
“What do you think of that, young feller?”

“I think that cowboys go on forever”
“What do you think of that, young feller?”
“I think that cowboys go on forever”