Walter brennan

(Words and music by Crofford) How old was I when I first seen old Rivers? I can't remember when he weren't around Well, that old fellow did a heap of work Spent his whole life walking plowed ground....

(Dutchman's gold,) (Oh, Dutchman's gold.) Brennan: In The Arizona desert Stands a giant of earth and stone Mighty superstiyion mountain With it's mystery and it's gold. A miner, out prospectin' Found...

Ghost riders! Ghost riders! An old cowpoke went ridin' Out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested As he went along his way. When all at once a mighty herd Of red-eyed cows he saw Oh, plowing...

Now I used to be like a lot of folks Just to seeing how much money I could make But lately, I'm spending most of my time Fishing for that old wide mouth bass in the lake I call him Houdini, the way he...

(Written by Bill Anderson) (God put a song in the heart of an Angel,) (And softly she sang it to me.) I get to thinking lots of times About back when I was a lad, Of the old home-place where I growed...

The sun comes up and the sun goes down The hands on the clock keep a-goin' 'round I just get up and it's time to lay down Life gets tee-jus, don't it, hmm. My shoes untied but I don't care I ain't...