Alan Jackson - What Happened To Those Glorious Westerns Of Yesteryear lyrics

What happened to those glorious Westerns of yesteryear, When I think of those days gone by it brings forth a tear; Where tales of the rugged frontier and Old West is a familiar story, that brings with it the adventures of the cowboy and the wide open range, with all its glory; Where the good guy always wins and the bad guy ends up" six feet under" if you will; Oh, the tales that could be told of those buried out on Boot Hill; Those were the days when the bad men of the West came up against the law, Most often met their demise at the hands of someone quicker on the draw; Those were times when the prairies were bridled with danger, Danger for the outlaw who fought against the likes of the Lone Ranger; Where every town in the West had more than its share of villains, who were quickly put to rest by the tough and courageous Matt Dillons; Oh how I miss those wonderful days of the Old West, When courage and justice were put to the test; Where memories of boyhood heroes are forever etched in my mind, Reflections of Roy Rogers, Gene Autry, and the Hopalong Ca**idy kind; For me the agelessness of the American Cowboy is a sure bet, as sure as John Wayne riding out into the western sunset; What happened to those glorious Westerns of yesteryear.