Older Whiskey
Well-known member
I can no longer stand tall, in the boots I once stood in
Nor sit tall in the saddle, riding on that old paint all day
Time has flown like a swooping hawk on a squirrel den
Old rancher, now put out to pasture, in a state of decay
A time comes for everything, there's a place and a season
Few understand it, all must accept it, as the cowboy way
Sometimes there's no rhyme, but always a reason
Ask any old rancher, that's what they will say
Nor sit tall in the saddle, riding on that old paint all day
Time has flown like a swooping hawk on a squirrel den
Old rancher, now put out to pasture, in a state of decay
A time comes for everything, there's a place and a season
Few understand it, all must accept it, as the cowboy way
Sometimes there's no rhyme, but always a reason
Ask any old rancher, that's what they will say
