there was a story in the san francisco chronicle that of course i forgot to save but it was about a lady who lived in the good old days when a century was born and a century had died and about these good old days the old lady replied why they were just a lot of people doing the best they could just a lot of people doing the best they could and then the lady said that they did it pretty up and walking good what ever happened to those faces in the old photographs i mean the little boys boys hell they were men who stood knee deep in the johnstown mud in the time of that terrible flood and they listened to the water that awful noise and then they put away the dreams that belonged to little boys and the sun is going down for mister bouie as he s singing with his class of nineteen two oh mother country i do love you oh mother country i do love you i knew a man named e a stuart spelled s t u a r t and he owned some of the finest horses that i think i ve ever seen and he had one favorite a champion the old campaigner and he called her sweetheart on parade and she was easily the finest horse that the good lord ever made but old e a stuart he was going blind and he said before i go i gotta drive her one more time so people came from miles around and they stood around the ring but no one said a word you know no one said a thing and here they come e a stuart in the wagon right behind sitting straight and proud and he s driving her stone blind and would you look at her oh she never looked finer or went better than today it s e a stuart and the old campaigner sweetheart on parade and the people cheered why i even saw a grown man break right down and cry and you know it was just a little while later that old e a stuart died and the sun it is going down for mister bouie as he s singing with his class of nineteen two oh mother country i do love you oh mother country i do love you