"... sitting in an
Oklahoma motel room
listening to
Ray Wylie Hubbard
Live At Cibolo Creek
and wond'ring
if Old Bill was there.
Bill he was my mentor
Taught me a thing or three
about these damned old planes
The night he died I was in Korea
I called home to Texas
Sobbing like a child
Still I ride by Cibolo Creek
Boarded up and closed
Remember a thing or three
In my mind I can see
Bill's motorcycle
perched under the
old live oak trees
I remember a thing or three
In my mind I can see
Bill's lanky frame
leaned against a timber frame
listening to future fame
I remember a thing or three
... sitting in an
Oklahoma motel room
listening to
Ray Wylie Hubbard
Live At Cibolo Creek
and wond'ring
if Old Bill was there."