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Bedtime stories were the best part of growing up. I loved
listning to my Grandfather’s bear stories, they always had
a good ending.

G o o d Old D a y s

His eyes were bright and shiny Tell me bout the ranchers
His face was filled with glee And how they help their friends
Tell me bout the good ol days And bout the Bronco Twister
As he climbed up on my knee And how he's to tough to bend

Tell me bout those ghost rider's Don't forget the western sky
And how they filled the sky And how it's always blue.
And bout that wild mustang And bout those Cowboys hearts
And how that colt could fly And how they're always true

Tell me bout those Eagles Well, I told all these stories
And their silent golden flights To this little sleepy head
And bout the mountain lions And when his eyes were closed real tight
And wolves on moonlit nights I tucked him in his bed

Tell me bout the campfires I didn't tell him bout the Indians
And how they warm the cold And how the government broke it's word
And bout the forty-niners What happened to the ranges
And how they found the gold And all those buffalo herds

Tell me bout those railroads I didn't tell him bout the outlaws
Coming round the bend And how they're rarely caught
And bout those lonely hearts The lawyers with their fancy pens
And the letters that they send And what their laws have wrought

Tell me bout the mountains I didn't tell him bout the valley's
And how they reach the sky And how they're all paved over
And bout the horse gone lame What happened to the grazing land
As you watched a cowboy cry The flowers, and the clover

Tell me bout the purple sage Oh I told him how the west was won
The rivers and streams But I didn't mention cost
And bout the pioneer wives coming west I just wonder who the winners are...
To help fulfill the dreams If it's the cowboys that we lost

Tell me bout the rattlesnakes
And how they like to bite
And bout ol’ Rustys courage
And how he'll stand'n fight.