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Forgotten Old Man 
As he sat back watched He thought of ole times The memories of rodeo Ran thru his mind He thought of the bulls He'd rode the first time The cheers from the stands For the eight second ride But the people grew restless As the young man grew old Their love for him faded Like the withering rose And the burbon has taken The place of his fans Their forgetting his greatness Was not in his plans Now he sits in the bleechers A forgotten ole man Lasso and bridle won't Fit in his hands His old stetson hat sits There by his side And he dreams of The stallions he'll never ride He restlessly steps down He's headed for home Dusty and broken Tired and alone A drunken ole cowboy Forgotten they say Where all cowboys go At the end of their day.... Lynni1™♥2003 | 
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