The Good Ol' Days
by Dick Spencer
Memory has a way of
casting a haze
Ol'Dobbin was a
cowboy, an' he rode 'em all...
He rode big ones an'
little ones - the fat an' the lean.
He tried pintos
an' paints, an' sorrels, an' bays -
He wuz just an ol'
saddle-bum, run-down at the heels;
When he heard of a big
hoss, hid out in the hills...
Ol' Cece was 'bout
ready, for a big change o' luck,
He got the job done,
an' brought the horse back
He rode him, an'
showed him, an' took him to fairs...
Then come trophies,
an' titles, an' cash-money, too
The ribbons piled
up, an' the trophies rolled in...
They come in from
thousands of miles all around,
Cece sold 'em near,
an' sold 'em far - but he always sold 'em HIGH.
Now the Flyin' N
is a mighty fine ranch, an' Ol' Cecil is the boss
An' Ol' Cece will
tell you, as one man to another...
There must be a
formula, for all this success...
If you want a horse
with lots of CLASS...
Good Ol' Days" was written by Dick Spencer and provides us some insight as to
the good natured respect and admiration he held for his long time friend and fellow
horseman, Cecil Dobbin.
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