thnk you kind sir

that it is everyday

(((mom))) nice to see ya hun

thnk you

The old man sat quietly in the corner of the bar,
As the young men talked of exploits they had,
Of rivers they'd crossed and wells gone dry,
And good days fewer than bad.

They yipped and howled about their lives as cowboys on the range
And slapped each other on the back,
Out-telling one another with stories of their fame,
Of tall tales there was no lack.

The old man, tired of listening, rose to take his leave,
When one young brag eyed him as he passed,
He tipped his hat in salute for he knew what he had seen,
A legend in this time that would not last:

He rangered down in Texas, drove cattle to the north,
Wagon bossed a train across the Great Divide,
He brought law to the west, bucked all that nature gave,
And in the hearts of cowboys never died.

The young man raised his glass as he stood up from his chair,
"Here's to all who came before, may they live forever in our minds,
They're the best that ever were,
'Cause good cowboys are mighty hard to find."

doin pretty good thnks

how are you this fine mornin

tannya

wiley

(((((((((((((((deb)))))))))))))))))

mornin everyone

(((deb))) no feel bad here better

hello

me 2

i am great and u

((((fire)))

(((princes)))

wiley

walks in sites down and starts singen

everyone