Well I still wear his old faded red bandana
I use it to wipe the sweat away from my brow
You know I used it to dry my eyes on the day they left me
What I wouldn’t give to have him here still wearing it now
It’s hard to believe it’ll be twenty years come November
Man, sometimes I swear it seems like only last fall
I can still hear the wisdom in his words like well-spoken poetry
I can still see the salt rings on his old 20X Resistol
Ah, but the days turn to months into ages
Just as sure as barbed wire turns into rust
Old cowboys ride off into the sunset
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust