![]() More often than not cast as a villain than a good guy in countless films and television shows, Smith has been a worthy adversary to the likes of Clint Eastwood and Burt Lancaster and has appeared in every genre, including biker movies in the 60s and 70s and numerous westerns. On screen William Smith, who’s tall, with a bodybuilder’s physique and eyes as dark as Robert Ryan’s and a deep, gruff voice, is always a formidable presence, an ultimate macho icon. Somewhere where freedom’s not a sin Listen to Bill’s audio version To comfort those with lives full of doubtīut the years made me humble instead of boldĪnd lie in the grass that God painted green I’ve seen ’em small and I’ve seen ’em tall ![]() I’ve seen ’em blind with souls that could see I’ve seen ’em caged and I’ve seen ’em free Seen a few smiles and a whole bunch of tears I’ve been wandering this land for so many years So toast those that live and those that dieĪnd while you can, spit in the Reaper’s eye Listen to Bill’s audio version The Reaper chased and couldn’t keep your pace ’Cause through the years you’ve run a good race You wouldn’t change things even if you could You’ve done some bad and you’ve done some good The wind sighs, “He was younger than you” Hit the bars ’cause he’s dead, you’re still here Then at dawn there’s a fine, undead thrillĬheck pulse, poke liver, no pain, no fear Well, hell, that clown never paid his due Then there’s news of the death of old Hugh Surely there’s time ’fore my taps are heard We cherished the girls, grog and laughterīut now malt’s too strong and girls too youngĪll our stories old, our song’s been sung Thought that youth and games would never die Lord, won’t you let me mount my bony old bay Listen to Bill’s audio version ![]() ’Fore the trail dirt and sweat stained ’em all brownĪnd bar girls pumping power ’tween my thighsĪnd I can still hear their satisfied cries Oh, that feel of clean sheets in some rank cow town Won’t forget spring bustin’ out green and boldĪnd winter’s wounded grass, stiff and coldĪnd timber wolves so close I’d feel them sigh My eyes still clear, washed clean by salty tears Since I was a whelp and I’ll never changeīut my heart’s still young after all the years I’ve been chasing doggies and ridin’ range My pockets full of dust, bones full of pain My skin turned to rust, beat by prairie rain When I was young and hard how I loved the trailīut now I’m old and tired and my life’s gone stale Lord, won’t you let me mount my bony old bay Lord, won’t you let me wake up one more day Never more will I mirror their sniveling frailtyįor my shards mean not seven years, but eternity Listen to Bill’s audio version Swearing that their lives were pure and chaste They’d cry and weep ’bout their lonely past ![]() There were those who thought they had it allĪnd then those poor bastards who were driven ![]() To aide and soothe those riddled with doubt Selfish, evil souls have rehearsed before me I have seen ’em all, sad and gay, caged and freeīlue, moist eyes crying and yearning for love I know a thousand faces that don’t know me Listen to Bill reading excerpts from his book, “The Poetic Works of William Smith.” You can get a copy of the complete book in our store. ![]()
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