All them cowboys are old men
Longing for a mission once again
Gambling everything, boys we were fearless
Well we had the right stuff then

We were brothers bound together
Sharing every victory and pain
Never will there be such good companions
We’ll never see that right stuff again

So farewell, my friends
Till we meet again
In some bar where angels fear to tread
Some have already gone
But it won’t be long
Till we’re all together again

Time is such a strange arrangement
You think you have too much and then it’s gone
But I know this world will keep on turning
When you and me have slipped this mortal coil

And we’ll have that right stuff again