Will James

When I was but a small boy Father bought me many books 'Bout the creatures of the river banks And the sins of old sea cooks But the ones I never left behind With the thoes long forgotten games Were the tales of wild and windy slopes By the man they call Will James The living of his cowboy dreams Or so it seemed to me The perfect combination Riding high and livin' free His heros were his horses And he drew them clear and true And on every page they'd come alive And they'd jump straight out at you His race towards the sunset Was the high and lonesome kind Like the coyote always looking back He left no tracks behind So I've memorized those pictures boys They're still the very best If whiskey was his mistress Then his true love was the west I remember up on Dead Man's Creek Back thirty years or more I hired out to breaking colts Which I'd never done before A city kid I asked myself Now "What would Will James do?" And you know it was the damnest thing But it kind of got me through His race towards the sunset Was the high and lonesome kind Like the coyote always looking back He left no tracks behind I've memorized those pictures boys They're still the very best If whiskey was his mistress Then his true love was the west And his race towards the sunset Was the high and lonesome kind Like the coyote always looking back He left no tracks behind So I've memorized those pictures boys They're still the very best If whiskey was his mistress Then his true love was the west If whiskey was his mistress Then his true love was the west