Duke And Roy

Hang up your old hat Put your boots in a box Trade in your good horse for a poor house cat, Set your saddle out for sale Let your ponies go unshod Grass has grown long over the trail... Hang your spurs In a corner of the cabin window Sit by and listen To the lonely Western wind blow, Sing one more cowboy song For the real men Who've rode on; The Duke and Roy are long gone. The great West Will never be the same As America and the movies Together hand-in-hand go quite insane, No heros left to be found No decent men still Anywhere around. How much longer Can the flag wave on? For the Duke and Ol' Dollor Are now gone. Roy and Trigger have rode on too So what's an old American cowboy left to do? How to stand strong and tall And find the good Available inside us all? Who will ever save the day Showing us the true cowboy way? From evil they never backed down Always held hard to their sacred ground, With gentle strength And sure sincerity in what was right Never starting Nor running from a fight: ' - Defend the defensless, - Respect the women, - Protect the children, - Draw a line on the side of good and make your stand, - And always take proper care of the land. Don't be wronged, insulted, or laid a hand on, Don't do these things to other folks And require the same from them.' These mighty truths they taught to us all along. Who now will remind us, For the Duke and Roy have gone. What we are left with now On the silver-screen Is so phony, irresponsible, small, Selfish, and mean. It serves as a deep reminder Of what we have lost, May we never forget the upright lessons To us they once taught; Let us pause and here remember... Take a moment Of thanks giving to render. Thankful for those such as them These great ones who showed us, as if their own, How to grow From boys into men. Even though Duke and Roy From this world are gone, In our hearts and lives May they always live and ride on... God bless the Cowboys.