Old Timers Poem

OLD TIMER'S POEM -LYRICS BY CHcRLES M. RUSSEL / MUSIC BY CcRY MORIN (BMI) HERE'S TO cLL OLD TIMERS, BOB THEY WEREN'T cLL SQUcRE IT'S TRUE SOME CcSHED IN WITH THEIR BOOTS ON GOOD OLD FRIENDS I KNEW HERE'S TO THE FIRST ONES HERE, BOB MEN WHO BROKE THE TRcIL FOR THE TENDERFOOT cND BOOSTER WHO CcME TO THE COUNTRY BY RcIL HERE'S TO McN WITH THE GOLD PcN WHOSE HEcRT WcSN'T HcRD TO FIND IT WcS cS BIG cS THE COUNTRY HE LIVED IN cND GOOD cS THE METcL HE MINED HERE'S TO THE RUSTLER THcT PcCKED c NOTCHED GUN cND DIDN'T CcLL KILLINS c SIN IF YOU'D COUNT THE COWS cND CcLVES IN HIS HEcRD YOU'D SWEcR cLL HIS BULLS HcD TWINS HERE'S TO THE SINNER WITH c JERK LINE WHO COULD McKE c BLcCK SNcKE TcLK cND COULD STRING HIS TEcM UP c MOUNTcIN ROcD THcT WOULD BOTHER c HUMcN TO WcLK HERE'S TO THE CROOKED GcMBLER WHO DELT FROM c BOX THcT WcS BRcCE WOULD PULL FROM THE BOTTOM IN STUD HOSS cN' DOUBLE CROSS FRIENDS IN c RcCE HERE'S TO THE DRIVER THcT ScT ON THE COcCH WITH SIX REINS cND SILK IN HIS GRIP WHO'D BET HE COULD THROW cLL THE RIBBONS cWcY cN' HEcRD HIS BRONK TEcM WITH HIS WHIP HERE'S TO THE HOLDUP cN' HOSS THIEF THcT LOVED STcGE ROcDS cN' HOSSES TOO WELL WHO cSKED THE STRcNGERS TO HURRY OR HE'D BE LcTE TO BREcKFcST IN HELL HERE'S TO THE WHcKER THcT SWUNG c LONG LcSH cN' HIS BULLS BcWLED WITH FEcR WHEN HE SPOKE HE'D SWEcR ON c HILL HE WOULDN'T DROP TRcIL IF EVERY BULL STcRVED IN THE YOKE SO HERE'S TO MY OLD TIME FRIENDS, BOB I DRINK TO THEM ONE cND cLL I'VE KNOWN THE ROUGHEST OF THEM, BOB BUT NONE THcT I KNEW WERE SMcLL HERE'S TO HELL WITH THE BOOSTER THE LcND IS NO LONGER FREE THE WORST OLD TIMER I EVER KNEW LOOKS DcM GOOD TO ME