Do the cowboys still step
With their backs to the wall?
Does the drifter still hear
The high winds when they call?
Do the old folks still cook
pork an d beans in a tin?
Does a sailor still cast his
precious faith to the wind?
Are there villains in black hats?
Do I see heroes in white?
All the stockhops rockin',
rollin' Saturday nights
Would a 49 Mercury,
would it still be out of sight?
That was the way it was then
Yeah, well, like Natalie,
honey, I was Jamestown
Slow -walkin', soft -talkin',
silently me
Surely the rebel in me lives again
All over Caldwell,
you'll be all caught up in
Well, it's a quarter to ten, honey
Old killers lying here and there
Spanning those old records
Memories lingering in my head
You know the times were so good
I remember songs so sad
What was the game I used to play
It ain't good, it ain't bad
There's a woman I remember
By the way, what was her name
We made love, we made love
in one hell of a land
Maybe ten minutes, how time flew by man
It will never be that way again
Never be that way again
Elvis Presley, James Dean
Old Rockin' Terry Lee
I love you