Tell Me How It Was

By Baxter Black
 
The little kid sat on his knee
 
And looked up with stars in his eyes
 
He said, “Granddaddy, tell me again
 
How it was when you were my size.”
 
The old man remembered with care
 
 And the memories flooded his mind.
 
 He said, “It was wild and free in the west
 
But that was before your time
 
I had me a little blue roan
 
And son, he could run like the wind.

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