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Old Timer
Old Timer
(Waylon Jennings)
I grew up in Wyoming
In and around Jackson's hole
In the shadows of the Tetons where summers are hot
And winters unbearably cold.
But the spring and the fall
Are always as good as it gets
For over seventy years now
I'd watch the sun rise and set.
I've been a cowboy
Working the roundups in spring
I've lived in the mountains, hunted the grizzly
Trapping the rivers and streams.
Always the loner
I've treasured my freedom the most
And though I never married
As a young man I might have come close.
From somewhere back east she came to the valley
With a man who did her no good
He was fast with the ladies
A tin horn gambler and a cheat whenever he could.
She had no friends or family
Most of the time he was gone
He died in a card game
And she found herself all alone.
Alone and afraid and left unprotected
'Cause he was all that she had
Maybe I should have but I never told her
So she never knew he was bad.
But I'll always remember
Standing and watching her cry
There was no one to help her
But I was determined to try.
I mended her fences and fixed up her cabin
I had everything looking good
I laid by her food and wood for the winter
Helping wherever I could.
The more I was around her
The more I wanted to be
There was something about her
That brought out a good side of me.
I went into town, bought a new outfit
I got me a haircut and shave
I'd trek through the snow for no good reason
Just to go by her cabin each day.
I don't know about love
But I was quite taken in by it all
'Til her brother came in the spring
And he took her back to St Paul.
I don't go down to Jackson
Ain't nothing there but motels and bars
Too damn many tourists, no place to hide
They'll find you wherever you are.
They like to call me old timer
I am gettin' older I guess
But I don't like the changes
'Cause I've seen it all at it's best.
When my life is over
I don't want to be left in town
But up in the mountains there is a place
I've marked off my own piece of ground.
High in the Tetons
Above and away from it all
From the top of old Grand
I bet on a clear day you can see all the way to St Paul...
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I bet on a clear day you can see all the way to St Paul...
From the top of old Grand
Above and away from it all
High in the Tetons
I've marked off my own piece of ground.
But up in the mountains there is a place
I don't want to be left in town
When my life is over
'Cause I've seen it all at it's best.
But I don't like the changes
I am gettin' older I guess
They like to call me old timer
They'll find you wherever you are.
Too damn many tourists, no place to hide
Ain't nothing there but motels and bars
I don't go down to Jackson
And he took her back to St Paul.
'Til her brother came in the spring
But I was quite taken in by it all
I don't know about love
Just to go by her cabin each day.
I'd trek through the snow for no good reason
I got me a haircut and shave
I went into town, bought a new outfit
That brought out a good side of me.
There was something about her
The more I wanted to be
The more I was around her
Helping wherever I could.
I laid by her food and wood for the winter
I had everything looking good
I mended her fences and fixed up her cabin
But I was determined to try.
There was no one to help her
Standing and watching her cry
But I'll always remember
So she never knew he was bad.
Maybe I should have but I never told her
'Cause he was all that she had
Alone and afraid and left unprotected
And she found herself all alone.
He died in a card game
Most of the time he was gone
She had no friends or family
A tin horn gambler and a cheat whenever he could.
He was fast with the ladies
With a man who did her no good
From somewhere back east she came to the valley
As a young man I might have come close.
And though I never married
I've treasured my freedom the most
Always the loner
Trapping the rivers and streams.
I've lived in the mountains, hunted the grizzly
Working the roundups in spring
I've been a cowboy
I'd watch the sun rise and set.
For over seventy years now
Are always as good as it gets
But the spring and the fall
And winters unbearably cold.
In the shadows of the Tetons where summers are hot
In and around Jackson's hole
I grew up in Wyoming
(Waylon Jennings)
Old Timer
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