Story Behind The Song

Vignettes about people I have known

Song Description

The song takes place in a bar environment. It is about growing old, observations of how friends change, and a recognition of mortality, told with a wry humor.

Lyrics

SOLD ALL THEIR HORSES
Copyright Hilary F. Marckx, BMI
Bucky Martin Wishes He Could Get it up like He Used To,
But the Girls Are Gettin' Smarter, and He Couldn't Anyway.
He Skulks Around the Old Saloon and Tells Whoever Listens,
About Women He Ain't Met and Never Had the Guts to Know.
Skinny's Anything but That, and Needs a Mirror to See His Belt,
But Drinks like He Was Twenty, Back Fifty Years Ago.
Sometimes When His Back Is Turned, the Young Men Steal His Pack of Chew,
And Laugh until Their Bellies Hurt, but He Never Seems to Know.
Jenny Mae's a Prickly One, She's All Stove Up, and Drinks Too Much,
She's the Beauty at the Table in the Corner of the Room.
Her Husband, Frankie, Rode the Bulls, but He Went down in Abiline,
But She's Still Drinkin' Single Malt, and Still Too Tough to Cry.
Well, All of My Friends Have Sold, All of Their Horses, and
Bought John Deere Tractors and Ford Pick up Trucks.
And They're Healin' Their Misery with Way Too Much Whiskey and
Borin' Their Friends with Old Gunsmoke and Glory and Days Long Gone By.
It Did Not Really Shock Us Much When Olly Showed up Tanked as Hell
Riding on His John Deere like He Thought it Was His Bronc.
But What Really Pulled Our Reins Was When We Seen He'd Gone Insane
He Was Trying to Shoot the Preacher'n Singing "Whisky or I'll Die."