| I saw the old timer as he stepped in the tavern
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| His faded old Sterson had seen better years
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| He limped to the bar and he sat down beside me
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| Layed out his dollar and bought him a beer.
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| He siped from the bottle, and he told me the stories
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| How he used to ride in days long ago
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| In his eyes I could see he was livin' old memories
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| Ridin' the broncs at the old rodeos.
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| And he dreams of the days that are now gone forever
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| The scars on his body is all he can show
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| For the life time he lived riding' wild horses
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| But he’s just an old timer that nobody knows.
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| Then he hung his grey head, and the tears started flowin'
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| He said, son, it was great, but it ended too soon
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| No I’m just an old man with bothin' but memories
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| Drinkin' my beer in this back street saloon
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| He spoke of a woman, and she was a beauty
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| Her love was as true as the stars in the sky
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| And oh how he wished he’d quit all his ramblin'
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| Bought her a diamond and made her his wife |