THE SASS COWBOY
By COOL WATERS, SASS # 7306
We all were cowboys, long before when
When all we wore, were diapers and pins
With plastic six-shooters, hung by my head
And the rocking horse, that stood at the end of my bed.
I mounted that old horse every Saturday
Watching cowboys, Roy Rogers, and Cassidy
With six gun in hand, I was there through it all
Never gave up, good guys never fall.
Them there years all now in the past
Guess what? Along here comes SASS
To bring back the old, to be with the new
Who was to know this is too good to be true?
To recreate memories of days long gone
And tell Western stories fiction or non
To live them dreams deep in our heart
Every month we get together and play a small part.
We dawn them old clothes and strap on that gun
Anticipating the moment, were fixin to have some fun
We use an alias, not our own name
To hide our identity to play this cowboy game.
Now we are playing with the real McCoy
How did they know it would be such joy
We shoot things called stages, just metal and sticks
Rules we must follow, no fancy gun tricks.
Old cowboys there way will never die
SASS surely has found the reason why
To END OF TRAIL and
All comes down to the Spirit of the Games.