tuck was a cowboy i knew years ago could put a stretch in a story like a forty foot row young an wide eyed i believed every word as he rambled through the canyons an stampeded herds swore there were still comanches in them breaks to the south he d seen good hands ride in there an never rode out he had a horse he called dollar that twice saved his life he lost him to jim shoulders playin poker one night when i turned eighteen i packed up an left home tuck was pretty old back then an by now he s long gone but i ve heard it said that ol cowboys don t die they get put out to pasture way up the sky so if god s got a heaven for old cowboy legends i hope the grass is greener on the other side an he s got good horses to ride now the folks back home would tell you tuck was just crazy an old but i still believe in conquistadore gold an those memories look like a mirage in the distance starin out from this prison of urban existence so i saddle up an i go back now an then to remember who i was an just forget where i am now the concrete an steel they spread out like a plague consumin the rivers the mountains and the plains then one of these days it ll all be gone but somewhere that spirit will always live on cause i ve heard it said that ol cowboys don t die they get put out to pasture way up the sky so if god s got a heaven for old cowboy legends i hope the grass is greener on the other side an he s got good horses to ride yeah he s got good horses to ride a few good horses to ride a few good horses to ride