text: I still wear his old, faded, red bandana
  I use it to wipe the sweat away from my brow
  You know I used it to dry my eyes on the day that he left me
  What I wouldnt give to have him here still wearing it now
  It’s hard to believe itll be 20 years come November
  Man, sometimes I swear it seems like only last Fall
  I can still hear the wisdom in his words like well-spoken poetry
  I can still see the salt rings on his old 20X Resistol
  Oh, but the days turned to months into ages
  Just as sure as barbed wire turns into rust
  Old cowboys ride off into the sunset
  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust