Tall in the saddle, twice as big as life. Packing a six gun, riding herd. Fighting the good fights, seeing justice done. He always let his actions speak louder than his words.

Quiet man, quiet man. Never said too much, just took his stand. Always there, to lend a hand. I still remember him at times like this. Sure do miss, quiet man.

And I used to act out everything he did. Wearing my dime store hat and gun. When the imaginary smoke had cleared. The good guys always won.

Now there was a code he did his living by. Said you got to know what's right and wrong. Say what you mean and then, do what you say. The helpless need a helper, the weak ones need the strong.

Quiet man, quiet man. Never said too much, just took his stand. Always there, to lend a hand. I still remember him at times like this. Sure do miss, quiet man.

Up in the attic there's a cowboy hat. 'Long with a cap gun gone to rust. Seems like a lot gets lost or stored away. In the memories and dust.

Now people say that life's all shades of gray. And only a fool sees black and white. The world ain't like some Sunday matinee. But I can't help believing, the quiet man was right.

Quiet man, quiet man. Never said too much, just took his stand. Always there, to lend a hand. I still remember him at times like this. Sure do miss, quiet man.

Lord how I miss you, quiet man.