The last three years have been pretty hard
You know, I lost two best friends of mine. Oh! LORD,
We rode a many-a-mile together
We worked on windmills and pulled a little leather.
Also, rounded up cattle and work a few head
In order to finish, we'd get so tired we felt like we were dead.
It seems like only yesterday,
That we had some time to hunt and play.
But now all I got are some good thoughts
I guess you might say, It all comes down to naughts.
Now I can just see 'em sitting up there telling jokes,
But what could you expect of two old cow pokes.
I'll just bet the wind and sand ain't blowing,
No windmills to work on and green grass growing --
Yes siree, I'm sure they got the best deal around
You might say, The Promise Land they found.
Well I guess I'll just go ahead and poke along,
And keep singing Amazing Grace, that good old song.
One of these days the time will come when I set sail,
And who knows, I may once again cross their trail
If so I know one of 'em will ask, Where have you been?
And I'll just say living my live with little sin
Then I'll ask if I can join this outfit again
And hopefully they'll say, Sure enough come on in.
John Hill