| I still wear his old, faded, red bandana
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| I use it to wipe the sweat away from my brow
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| You know I used it to dry my eyes on the day that he left me
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| What I wouldn’t give to have him here still wearing it now
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| It’s hard to believe it’ll be 20 years come November
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| Man, sometimes I swear it seems like only last Fall
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| I can still hear the wisdom in his words like well-spoken poetry
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| I can still see the salt rings on his old 20X Resistol
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| Oh, but the days turned to months into ages
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| Just as sure as barbed wire turns into rust
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| Old cowboys ride off into the sunset
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| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust |