The Old Timer - Chris Ledoux

I saw the old timer as he stepped in the tavern

His faded old Sterson had seen better years

He limped to the bar and he sat down beside me

Layed out his dollar and bought him a beer.

He siped from the bottle, and he told me the stories

How he used to ride in days long ago

In his eyes I could see he was livin' old memories

Ridin' the broncs at the old rodeos.

And he dreams of the days that are now gone forever

The scars on his body is all he can show

For the life time he lived riding' wild horses

But he’s just an old timer that nobody knows.

Then he hung his grey head, and the tears started flowin'

He said, son, it was great, but it ended too soon

No I’m just an old man with bothin' but memories

Drinkin' my beer in this back street saloon

He spoke of a woman, and she was a beauty

Her love was as true as the stars in the sky

And oh how he wished he’d quit all his ramblin'

Bought her a diamond and made her his wife