Man with the Beard

Lyrics

5 feet strong… And a puff of smoke. Old jeans on… Far from woke. Days are long… He's almost broke. Not yet gone… Still with hope. The man defied… But time made clear. Hard was the ride… And long was his beard. A limp in his stride… But he could still hear. Driven by pride… and 16 gears. 38 tons & 18 tires. Coming in hot with wheels on fire. Right on time, under the wire. 38 tons & 18 tires. A love for the ride… He was made strong. Still alive… But far from dawn. Once he cried… A pain he pawned. He tried to hide… But then it was gone. 38 tons & 18 tires. Coming in hot with wheels on fire. Right on time, under the wire. 38 tons & 18 tires. Home to rest… In time to pray. He did it best… All his way. The wild west… Some did say. But God he blessed… Most of the days. 38 tons & 18 tires. Coming in hot with wheels on fire. Right on time, under the wire. 38 tons & 18 tires. When he appeared… At heaven's gate. The man with the beard… Knew his fate. He held high his beer… There was no wait. St. Peter now steered… He wasn't late.