I WAS JAMES GARNER

The arm of the chair was more than an arm,

it was my horse as a kid while watching TV,

I watched all the westerns and lived every second,

for there on the screen I swore it was me.

I was James Garner, I was Bret Maverick,

I was Will Hutchins, I was Tom Brewster,

I was Clint Walker, I was Cheyenne Bodie,

I was Ty Hardin, I was Bronco Layne,

I was Robert Fuller, I was Jess Harper,

I was Michael Landon, I was Joe Cartwright,

I was Fess Parker, I was Davy Crockett,

I was James Arness, I was Matt Dillon,

I was Richard Boone, I was Paladin,

I was Clayton Moore, I was the Lone Ranger,

I was Jock Mahoney, I was the Range Rider,

I was Clint Eastwood, I was Rowdy Yates,

I was Dale Robertson, I was Jim Hardie,

I was Steve McQueen, I was Josh Randall,

I was Robert Horton, I was Flint McCullough,

I was Doug McClure, I was Trampas,

I was Cameron Mitchell, I was Buck Cannon,

I was Pete Duel, I was Hannibal Heyes.

I can’t imagine my life without western heroes,

the stetsons they wore and how they were dressed,

a young boy’s excitement at theme songs and music,

saddling up on the chair and riding way out west.