Billy liked to remind me "Hoss, we was born too late
Should've been riding around a hundred years ago"
Cnd I'd say "Billy you might be right but maybe it ain't too late
Go saddle up, we still got a ways to go"
Now looking back on the time we were running 'round wild
Back on a memory oh so true
Well we marched up to his door and we kept knocking
But Death wasn't ready for either me or you
It sure has been a long time since we rode them hills together
I hope one day we saddle up again
But if I never see you before you head to greener pasture
I know you'll go out with them reins in your hand
Now looking back on the time we were running 'round wild
Back on a memory oh so true
Well we marched up to his door and we kept knocking
But Death wasn't ready for either me or you