He hung his hat for all to see
His cowboy days are his glory
There upon his sacred wall
Remnants of the lean and tall
With bits and pieces of the past
Rope that caught the horse at last
That galloped in the trail he made
With story of the life he paved
Looking new and always there
A bit of history all will share
How and when the west was won
With dawn to dusk and setting sun
Pride to fill a mountain range
There his story shall remain
Written on the winds of past
Sounds of thunder always last.
THANKS DAN FOR LETTING ME USE YOUR MUSIC.
TO VISIT DAN'S WEBSITE CLICK ON THE PICTURE.
MUSIC WRITTEN AND PERFORMED BY DAN SEALE,
WHO I WENT TO TOLLESON HIGH SCHOOL WITH. |
