D A I grew up in WyomingD In and around Jackson's holeA In the shadows of the Tetons Where summers are hotD And winters unbearably coldG But the Spring and the FallD Are always as good as it getsA For over 70 years nowD I'd watch the sun rise and set Verse 2:A I've been a cowboyD Working the round-ups in springA I've lived in the mountains Hunted the grizzlyD Trapping the rivers and streamsG Always the lonerD I've treasured my freedom the mostA And though i never marriedD As a young man i might have come close Verse 3:G From somewhere back east She came to the valleyD With a man who did her no goodG He was fast with the ladies A tin horn gamblerD And a cheat whenever he couldG She had no friends or familyD Most of the time he was goneContinues after the adA He died in a card gameD And she found herself all alone Verse 4:G Alone and afraid and left unprotectedD 'Cause he was all that she hadG Maybe i should have But i never told herD So she never knew he was badG But i'll always rememberD Standing and watching her cryA There was no one to help herD But i was determined to try Verse 5:A I mended her fences and Fixed up her cabinD I had everything looking goodA I laid by her food And wood for the winterD Helping wherever i couldG The more i was around herD The more i wanted to beA There was something about herD That brought out a good side of me Verse 6:G I went into town,i brought a new outfitD I got me a haircut and shaveG I'd trek through the snow For no good reasonD Just to go by her cabin each dayG I don't know about loveD But i was quite taken in by it allA Till her brother came in the SpringD And he took her back to St. Paul Verse 7:A I don't go down to JacksonD Ain't nothing there but motels and barsA Too damn many tourists No place to hideD They'll find you wherever you areG They like to call me old timerD I am getting older i guessA But i don't like the changesD 'Cause i've seen it all at its best Verse 8:A When my life is overD I don't want to be left in townA But up in the mountains There is a placeD I've marked off my own piece of groundG High in the TetonsD Above and away from it allA From the top of old Grand I bet on a clear day - you can seeD All the way to St. Paul
Old Timer
Waylon Jennings
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