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',
would it still be out of sight?
That was the way it was then
Yeah, well, like Natalie,
Slow -walkin', soft -talkin',
Surely the rebel in me lives again
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
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
Maybe ten minutes, how time flew by man
It will never be that way again
Elvis Presley, James Dean
