As a young man I was raised by men of the cloth. And I was tought to judge men equal and not to find their faults. Until one day I witnessed a tragic thing.
In the corner of dark bar room. Sat an ole' cowboy singin' western tunes. Singin' songs he learned as a child. All about the West back when it was wild.
I've tasted sour. And I've tasted sweet. Seen bitter days draw a tear. I've been swept off my feet. Seems I've been here many times before. Every time I reached out.