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I walked behind the chute, strapped my spurs to my boots |
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At that big |
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Rodeo in Cheyenne |
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Feelin' tired and sore for a ride the day before |
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And a thousand other rides since |
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I began As |
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I climbed up the gate |
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I heard that young cowboy sayin' |
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Well, that ole man ain't gonna ride, and |
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I had to smile |
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I said son it ain't age that makes me look this way |
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It ain't the years boy it's the miles |
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It ain't the years that |
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I've known that have taken their toll |
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Cause they've been few |
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If you took all the mashin's the draggin's and the crashin's |
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You'd probably look the same way |
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I do It's the million miles of road and gettin' snatched around and throwed |
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That finally put the cramp in my style it ain't the years boy it's the miles |
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Went on and made my ride only scored a sixty-five |
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But you know what really made my day complete |
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Was when I looked up just in time to see that young cowboy goin' flyin' |
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And land in a pile at my feet |
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And as the first aid came to haul him away |
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I said son you'll be |
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Alright in a little while |
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He's on his way to findin' out what it's all about |
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It ain't the years boy it's the miles |
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It ain't the years that |
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I've known that've taken their toll |
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Cause they've been few |
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If you took all the mashin's... |
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It ain't age that makes me look this way it ain't the years boy it's the miles |
