was blowin' But the spring was comin' on As I wondered to myself Just how long I had been gone So I strolled across old Main Street Walked down a flight
Billy Gray rode into Gantry back in '83 There he did meet young Sarah McCray The wild rose of morning that pale flower of dawning Herald of springtime
Good times come and then they go The rain will fall the wind will blow Through it all you gotta know I'll do what I can do To protect you right or wrong
the Mississippi, turned south at San Antone A bowie knife, a woolen coat, a grip bag on my arm It's all somebody needs to make it through the land Walk
Out along the road to no return Silence rules the day and knows no friend The troubled past and all her tribe adjourn To watch your dreams unravel in
When I was a young boy The only things that really mattered were Making friends and having fun Walkin' down the railroad track 'Til you reached the river
I climbed the mountains and I swept the plains I crossed the border and I broke my chains I walked the back roads 'til my shoes wore through I'm still
I had a horse named Bad Luck She weren't good lookin' but she sure could buck Chorus Yahoo hey hey Yippee yi cy yey I put my mama on her She threw
You've been standin' on the corner for a thousand nights Ifs the slowest corner known to man Watchin' strange faces passin' 'neath the lights With a
