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Good Old Black and White

When there’s just too much news That has more wrongs than right— I watch those old westerns In good old black and white. I’ll watch that Rocky Lane Or that Johnny Mack Brown— Tim McCoy or Buck Jones— Ones that once were around. Ken Maynard and Kermit— The ones that we forgot— They come alive on film; Show us all what we’re not. They’ll never come again In daylight or the night— They ride on in our minds In good old black and white. There’s still Fuzzy St. John And big Smiley Burnette— On scratchy cellulose That we’ll never forget. Lash, Dean, Steele and Wakely, Still grace that silvered screen— Roy, Gene and old Hoppy Were the best that we’d seen. And where have they all gone? Gabby Hayes, Andy Clyde? Yes, we can still see them, Even though they have died. Yes, when the world’s too much And we can see no light— I watch those old westerns In good old black and white.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 6/26/2010 10:16:00 PM
Never cared for many of them ... Liked Shane and one with Rita Hayworth that I can't remember right now ... smile ... anyway, I would like to add your name to the birthday calendar blog and if you would let me know your day/month (don't need the year) I'll be glad to do that ...
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Date: 5/7/2010 9:27:00 AM
well done, enjoying the form on this write,..p.d.
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