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I still wear his old, faded, red bandana I use it to wipe the sweat away from my brow You know I used it to dry my eyes on the day that he left me What I wouldn't give to have him here still wearing it now It’s hard to believe it'll be 20 years come November Man, sometimes I swear it seems like only last Fall I can still hear the wisdom in his words like well-spoken poetry I can still see the salt rings on his old 20X Resistol Oh, but the days turned to months into ages Just as sure as barbed wire turns into rust Old cowboys ride off into the sunset Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust From Letras Mania