Bill Boyd And His Cowboy Ramblers -
Ridin' Old Paint And Leadin' Old Ball
(tears rolling down)
I love You for being a best friend.
When the last few months have been tough you are like a Angel from Heaven and although no one else see's or hear's you I do.
Pullin' up by the Boot straps. I want to go home too but you whisper in my ear that the clay jar is still on that whirrly jig (not ready)
Help me be better and less selfish St. Cobb.
Many won't speak of you and get ticked because I won't shut my pie hole.
Thank You for being a Guardian to so many of us.
I was listening (live as you know) to Nevada Slim and Cimmeron Sue the the day and I started crying, because I and many of us miss you and love you.
You are in our hearts and souls.