Bill Boyd And His Cowboy Ramblers -
Ridin' Old Paint And Leadin' Old Ball
Posted on 04/08/2005 4:26:16 PM PDT by Eaker
Christmas is almost upon us. The air has developed that crispiness that makes folks know it's winter. Greg was injured in Iraq (humve hit a mine). Everyone in the humve was treated and have been released from the hospital and are recovering. They are very short timers expecting to arrive back stateside on the 6th of Jan. He could have come home earlier but didn't want to leave his group behind. If he arrives nearby we'll make the trip to welcome him home.
(tears rolling down)
I love You for being a best friend.
When the last few months have been tough you are like a Angel from Heaven and although no one else see's or hear's you I do.
Pullin' up by the Boot straps. I want to go home too but you whisper in my ear that the clay jar is still on that whirrly jig (not ready)
Help me be better and less selfish St. Cobb.
Many won't speak of you and get ticked because I won't shut my pie hole.
Thank You for being a Guardian to so many of us.
I was listening (live as you know) to Nevada Slim and Cimmeron Sue the the day and I started crying, because I and many of us miss you and love you.
You are in our hearts and souls.
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