Letras
There was a story in the San Francisco Chronicle
That of course I forgot to save
But it was about a lady who lived in the good old days
When a century was born, and a century had died
And about these good old days, the old lady replied
"Why they were just a lot of people doing the best they could
Just a lot of people doing the best they could"
And then the lady said
"That they did it pretty up and walking good"
Whatever happened to those faces in the old photographs?
I mean the little boys - boys? Hell, they were men
Who stood knee-deep in the Johnstown mud
In the time of that terrible flood
And they listened to the water, that awful noise
And then they put away the dreams that belonged to little boys
And the sun is going down for Mr. Bowie
As he's singing with his class of 1902
Oh, mother country, I do love you
Oh, mother country, I do love you
I knew a man named E. A. Stuart
Spelled S-T-U-A-R-T
And he owned some of the finest horses that I think I've ever seen
And he had one favorite, a champion, the old Campaigner
And he called her "Sweetheart on Parade"
And she was easily the finest horse that the good Lord ever made
But old E. A. Stuart, he was goin' blind
And he said, "Before I go, I gotta drive her one more time"
So people came from miles around, and they stood around the ring
But no one said a word, you know, no one said a thing
And here they come
E. A. Stuart in the wagon, right behind
Sittin' straight and proud, and he's drivin' her stone blind
And would you look at her?
Aw, she never looked finer or went better than today
It's E. A. Stuart and the old Campaigner
"Sweetheart on Parade"
And the people cheered
Why, I even saw a grown man break right down and cry
And you know it was just a little while later
That old E. A. Stuart died
And the sun, it is going down for Mr. Bowie
As he's singing with his class of 1902
Oh, mother country, I do love you
Oh, mother country, I do love you