Time was, you could go away, return and very little had changed
Now you have to play catch-up so frantically, you become absolutely deranged
Oh how I remember those Saturday matinees with a thrill
Going to the cinema to see our great hero, Vista Bill
He rode the range where the buffalo roam
Wherever he laid his hat, he called home
A tall, lean man, face bronzed by the sun
His constant companions were his horse and his gun
A true American hero, so stalwart and so true
And the love of his life was the Sweet Betty Sue
Now this love could never have run its course
You see, Sweet Betty Sue was Bills’ faithful horse
He raised her from a filly, one of beauty and grace
A pinto pony with a blaze on her face
They traveled the mountains, forests and plains
Through blazing sun and torrential rains
Helping the oppressed and righting wrongs
All the while singing those old cowboy songs
Living a life so easy and carefree
No marriage for him, no never, not he
Then one day while taming a town
He spied Little Ruthie in her blue gingham gown
With auburn hair, eyes of blue and a cute freckled nose
She stood barely five foot two, from her crown to her toes
Beauty and wit, with loads of charm
She had the job as the local schoolmarm
Just one look and Bill was smitten
By that bug of love he knew he was bitten
Bill now has finally settled down
He and Ruthie moved to Hollywood town
His exploits are now on the silver screen
His rugged good looks there to be seen
Riden’ and ropin’, gunfights galore
But never any sign of blood or gore
Bill retired at the top of his game
Even has a star on the walk of fame
So cheers to Bill, in all his glory
It really has been quite a story.
July 27, 2017
September 11, 2017
October 25, 2017
Time was, you could go away, return and very little had changed
Now you have to play catch-up so frantically, you become absolutely deranged
Oh how I remember those Saturday matinees with a thrill
Going to the cinema to see our great hero, Vista Bill
He rode the range where the buffalo roam
Wherever he laid his hat, he called home
A tall, lean man, face bronzed by the sun
His constant companions were his horse and his gun
A true American hero, so stalwart and so true
And the love of his life was the Sweet Betty Sue
Now this love could never have run its course
You see, Sweet Betty Sue was Bills’ faithful horse
He raised her from a filly, one of beauty and grace
A pinto pony with a blaze on her face
They traveled the mountains, forests and plains
Through blazing sun and torrential rains
Helping the oppressed and righting wrongs
All the while singing those old cowboy songs
Living a life so easy and carefree
No marriage for him, no never, not he
Then one day while taming a town
He spied Little Ruthie in her blue gingham gown
With auburn hair, eyes of blue and a cute freckled nose
She stood barely five foot two, from her crown to her toes
Beauty and wit, with loads of charm
She had the job as the local schoolmarm
Just one look and Bill was smitten
By that bug of love he knew he was bitten
Bill now has finally settled down
He and Ruthie moved to Hollywood town
His exploits are now on the silver screen
His rugged good looks there to be seen
Riden’ and ropin’, gunfights galore
But never any sign of blood or gore
Bill retired at the top of his game
Even has a star on the walk of fame
So cheers to Bill, in all his glory
It really has been quite a story.