When you grow old and notes you forget,
take comfort in knowing the people you've met.

You've touched our lives in so many many ways,
brought happiness and meaning in uncertain days.

We found "friends in low places" while heading to "the dance",
and united as one to take the "shameless" chance.

You send your message so loud and so clear,
that "we shall be free" as "the change" is near.

When "the thunder rolls" and some become "victim of the game",
we will stand and shout that Garth is the name.

"That summer" in New York brought "the beaches of Cheyenne",
and left all your fans yearning again to see the man.

Off to "Ireland" and back the millions did go,
but we'll forever think of cowboys and boots and "rodeo".

"If tomorrow never comes", let it all be said,
that you are Da Man and through your life we were led.

When you grow old with the memories you clutched,
smile softly and think of the souls you have touched.

We love you Garth