Текст песни Bill Miller - Legends Never Die
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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 time where legends never die... 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.