Old Cowboys Ride the Sunsets
Old cowboys ride the sunsets
And seize each day as their own—
They leave behind their regrets
And end up riding alone.
They’ll tell you there was a time
When each man made his own choice—
When being a man was no crime
And each man had his own voice.
Used to be men tipped their hats
And stood up for women folk—
Before men became door mats
And were thought of as a joke.
Not all rode off in sunsets
Some still haunt the old corrals—
While the Old West still begets
New cowboys the Lord allows.
Still cowboys ride the sunsets
Off into red setting suns—
Still men in all their respects
Still sticking to their old guns.
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