But my real father I never knew
I was a healer but am remembered as a fighter
My mind was trained in science, but my hand was guided by faith
My beautiful wife was a true and noble woman
She is remembered by her family,
but revealed to the world by the daughter of the midnight cowboy.
My little daughter was sweet
And my son rode by my side
I was with Green as he fell on that terrible day,
And my own blood flowed out onto the Yellow Bayou
The order to dismount, I never obeyed
I stood by my men,
and though dead, they still wear their boots.