Days at the movies, there on the front row
With a screen as big as the sky
With cowboys we rode, learning cowboy code
And men in white hats never die
Weekends at home, the backyards we would roam
Building forts out of cardboard and glue
Our horses were sticks, but they knew all the tricks
That Trigger and Champion knew
The horses are running
Their manes are a flying
There's thunder in the air
A damsel is screaming
Gunslingers are slinging
There's danger everywhere
And dreams come alive
When old men ride
That long winding memory trail
Circle red wagons and load your cap pistols
There's bad guys headed this way
When we run out of caps, we don't mind that
We'll bang bang and pow pow all day
We'll bang bang and pow pow all day
We'll bang bang and pow pow all day
The horses are running
Their manes are a flying
There's thunder in the air
A damsel is screaming
Gunslingers are slinging
There's danger everywhere
And dreams come alive
When old men ride
That long winding memory trail
The evenings coming it's time to go in
Mama is calling us home
Cowboys live best by the code of the west
Than they ride toward the setting sun
The horses are running
Their manes are a flying
There's thunder in the air
A damsel is screaming
Gunslingers are slinging
There's danger everywhere
And dreams come alive
When old men ride
That long winding memory trail
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Days at the movies, there on the front row
With a screen as big as the sky
With cowboys we rode, learning cowboy code
And men in white hats never die
Weekends at home, the backyards we would roam
Building forts out of cardboard and glue
Our horses were sticks, but they knew all the tricks
That Trigger and Champion knew
The horses are running
Their manes are a flying
There's thunder in the air
A damsel is screaming
Gunslingers are slinging
There's danger everywhere
And dreams come alive
When old men ride
That long winding memory trail
Circle red wagons and load your cap pistols
There's bad guys headed this way
When we run out of caps, we don't mind that
We'll bang bang and pow pow all day
We'll bang bang and pow pow all day
We'll bang bang and pow pow all day
The horses are running
Their manes are a flying
There's thunder in the air
A damsel is screaming
Gunslingers are slinging
There's danger everywhere
And dreams come alive
When old men ride
That long winding memory trail
The evenings coming it's time to go in
Mama is calling us home
Cowboys live best by the code of the west
Than they ride toward the setting sun
The horses are running
Their manes are a flying
There's thunder in the air
A damsel is screaming
Gunslingers are slinging
There's danger everywhere
And dreams come alive
When old men ride
That long winding memory trail
With a screen as big as the sky
With cowboys we rode, learning cowboy code
And men in white hats never die
Weekends at home, the backyards we would roam
Building forts out of cardboard and glue
Our horses were sticks, but they knew all the tricks
That Trigger and Champion knew
The horses are running
Their manes are a flying
There's thunder in the air
A damsel is screaming
Gunslingers are slinging
There's danger everywhere
And dreams come alive
When old men ride
That long winding memory trail
Circle red wagons and load your cap pistols
There's bad guys headed this way
When we run out of caps, we don't mind that
We'll bang bang and pow pow all day
We'll bang bang and pow pow all day
We'll bang bang and pow pow all day
The horses are running
Their manes are a flying
There's thunder in the air
A damsel is screaming
Gunslingers are slinging
There's danger everywhere
And dreams come alive
When old men ride
That long winding memory trail
The evenings coming it's time to go in
Mama is calling us home
Cowboys live best by the code of the west
Than they ride toward the setting sun
The horses are running
Their manes are a flying
There's thunder in the air
A damsel is screaming
Gunslingers are slinging
There's danger everywhere
And dreams come alive
When old men ride
That long winding memory trail
Writer: Gary Baker
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