COWBOY-ROY

THIS A STORY OF THE LAST LIVING COWBOY, HIS NAME WAS ROY AND EVERYTHING HE DID IN

 LIFE BROUGHT JOY, HE LOVED HIS FAMILY DOWN TO THE LAST BOY, HE HAD THE RESPECT OF

 ALL HIS FRIENDS, WHO STOOD BY HIM RIGHT TO THE END. THERE WASN'T ANYTHING HE

 COULDN'T FIX, THIS COWBOY KNEW ALL THE TRICKS, I MET HIM ON THE FIRST DAY I CAME

 AROUND, A TWENTY-ONE YEAR OLD BOY NEW TO THIS SIDE OF TOWN, FIRST THING HE SAID

 TO BOY ARE YOU GONNA SIT DOWN, CAUSE IF YOUR NOT SITTING, YOUR NOT DRINKING

, MY FRIEND COWBOY ROY WAS ALWAYS THINKING. HEY WHERE YOU FROM, HE ASK, I SAID I'M

 FROM AROUND, HE SAID WELL YOUNG COUNTRY BOY MY NAME IS ROY AND WELCOME TO

 PEOPLES LOUNGE. HE HAD A HEART HE WAS ALWAYS THAT WAY. SOFT AS SILK, AND TOUGH

 AS NAILS, HE WOULD SIT DOWN AND TELL ME ABOUT THE DAYS OF WORKING ON THE RAILS. HE

 CAME IN MY RESTAURANT EVERYDAY, HE'D SAY WHATS A GOOD WORD,KIND OF FUNNY NOW

 THAT'S ALL HE'D SAY, THAT'S ALL I HERD. HE ALWAYS WANTED TO HEAR ABOUT EVERYONE'S

 DAY, AND THAT WAS JUST HIS COWBOY WAY. EVERY TIME I DRIVE BY, I CAN FEEL THIS WARM

 FEELING OF TEARS FALLING FROM MY EYES, BUT FOR NOW COWBOY-ROY I SAY GOODBYE

THIS A TRIBUTE TO A GREAT MAN WHO PASSED AWAY A WHILE BACK IF YOU KNEW PEOPLES

 LOUNGE YOU KNEW ROY BAKER HE WAS A GOOD MAN AND WELL MISS R.I.P. ROY ,