A tall black cowboy hat pulled down low to hide
his eyes While lines of weekend window shoppers
just kept rollin' by I spotted him from my old
truck as he stood out in the crowd He was a little
more than twice my age, but he still looked strong
and proud Hadn't seen my uncle now since I was
seventeen And the stories of the wild, wild west
kept comin' back to me He didn't say too much,
just tipped his has as he closed the old truck
door And I knew that this trip down Highway 10
would bring me so much more

Where the old man and the little boy could see
things eye to eye He took me back to a place in
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His hands and face were lined and weathered, they
told stories of their own His skin as red as
desert clay, his eyes as black as coal He was a
cowboy and an Indian, just a little bit of both
For years of working the ranches and rodeos he
didn't have much to show Then he closed his eyes
and spoke to me, his voice was like the wind And
that truck turned into a raging steed so he could
ride again He grabbed the colors from the sky, put
them in his hands, Sprinkled them across the road
like grains of colored sand.