There’s never been a man like Grandpa Hayes ‘Cause all the tales about him must be true: Broke sixteen horses less’n seven days And stole the Rancher’s girl in only two. He lived for eighty years ‘cause he was skilled, An expert shot who never came out worse. His .32 was from a man he killed The only one who’d ever shot him first. A family curse what made him ride so fast ‘Cause lightnin struck his daddy graveyard dead They say it turned his uncle into ash And then it got his cousin in the head. So Grandpa spent his life outrunnin clouds Just lookin for a truth he never found.