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The Lone Ranger, Tad & Me
Riding the quarter slot pony at Woolworth’s five & dime Would send this half pint cowgirl back to another time I was Calamity Jane riding hell bent to bring the US mail, Annie Oakley, with dead eye aim, shooting lint specks off a nail, In my games of Cowboy & Indian everyone would win The Lone Ranger & Tonto were my two bestest friends Out in the back yard, on my old swing set I created memories that I will never forget I would swing & sing for hours loud enough for the world to hear I rode the meanest broncs never showed a bit of fear I dreamed of Being like Tad or Fox Weren’t nobody putting me in a china box while momma dreamed of frills & lace In my dreams, I always rode ahead of the race I always wore a white hat & never lost a fight Evil wore a black hat & a heart as black as night I find myself wishing more often here of late That I could return again to that childhood age of eight When everything made more sense & innocence wasn’t lost I wonder, if I turned back time, what would be the cost? © April 2005
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