Hailing from the Salt River region of the American southwest, we are an ornery bunch of brushtails that have been out on the
range a little too long for our own good. With guns as fast as lightning,we still manage hearts of gold. We trust in the golden rule,
that is, as far as lead will fly.
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Ski a.k.a. Chicago Kid
1942 - 2010
1942 - 2010
Forever In Our Hearts
Come to Me
God saw he was getting tired
A cure was not to be
So he put His arms around him
and whispered "Come with ME"
With tearful eyes we watched him suffer
And saw him fade away
Although we loved him dearly,
We could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
Come to Me
God saw he was getting tired
A cure was not to be
So he put His arms around him
and whispered "Come with ME"
With tearful eyes we watched him suffer
And saw him fade away
Although we loved him dearly,
We could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
