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*************** OLD TIMER (THE SONG) ***************
written and performed by Waylon Jennings.
Verse 1:
I grew uCp in WyoFming
In and around Jackson's hole C
In the shadows of Fthe Tetons
Where summers are hot
And winters unbearably cold C
But the Spring aFnd the Fall
Are always as good as it gets C
For over 70 yearFs now
I'd watch the sun rise and set C
Verse 2:
I've been a cowFboy
Working the round-ups in spring C
I've lived in tFhe mountains
Hunted the grizzly
Trapping the rivers and streams C
Always the Floner
I've treasured my freedom the most C
And though i neverF married
As a young man i might have come close C
Verse 3:
From someFwhere back east
She came to the valley
With a man who Cdid her no good
He was fast witFh the ladies
A tin horn gambler
And a cCheat whenever he could
She had no friFends or family
Most of the time he was gone C
He died in Fa card game
And she found herself all alone C
Verse 4:
Alone andF afraid and left unprotected
'Cause he was aCll that she had
Maybe i shFould have
But i never told her
So she never Cknew he was bad
But i'll alFways remember
Standing and watching her cry C
There was no one Fto help her
But i was determined to try C
Verse 5:
I mended herF fences and
Fixed up her cabin
I had everything looking good C
I laid by hFer food
And wood for the winter
Helping wherever i could C
The more i wFas around her
The more i wanted to be C
There was somethFing about her
That brought out a good side of me C
Verse 6:
I went intFo town,i brought a new outfit
I got me a hCaircut and shave
I'd trek thrFough the snow
For no good reason
Just to go by hCer cabin each day
I don't know abFout love
But i was quite taken in by it all C
Till her brotheFr came in the Spring
And he took her back to St. Paul C
Verse 7:
I don't go downF to Jackson
Ain't nothing there but motels and bars C
Too damn manyF tourists
No place to hide
They'll find you wherever you are C
They like to call me olFd timer
I am getting older i guess C
But i don't likFe the changes
'Cause i've seen it all at its best C
Verse 8:
When my life is Fover
I don't want to be left in town C
But up in thFe mountains
There is a place
I've marked off my own piece of ground C
High in thFe Tetons
Above and away from it all C
From the top ofF old Grand
I bet on a clear day - you can see
All the way to St. Paul C
Perret Charles-Amir : perret@diva.univ-mlv.fr