Elders were always tough yet had the tender touch
Walks thru the fields a sturdy stick as my crutch
I learned so much from those days of yesteryear
Reminisin' days of field parties where we drank lotsa beer.

Those days are all behind me I've grown up to be a man
Treatrin' women with love and respect, not raising my hand
I found my place in this world country music and dance
So before you criticize those cowboys, give the good
ole boys a chance.
© 1999 Rob Murphy