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  He had bushy eyebrows and a sunburned nose,

walked around most of the time in denim clothes

had a handshake that could bring you to your knees.

His long hair had turned to gray,

folks say it was jet black in his younger days.

His eyes had seen miles of cotton fields,

cried in the bloody killing fields,

Vietnam changed him from a boy to a man.

He had seen the insides of most bars,

rather ride on his scoot then in a car,

Man how I respected that man!

He taught me how to make things run,

taught me how to make time for fun,

give more then I ever take.

Said don’t be afraid to stand your ground,

never quit even when you get knocked down,

there is still a chance to win, even on your knees.

There are times when things get just a little much,

when I’m about to hang it up,

that his old gruff voice comes to my ears.

You call your self Ironbutt,

what are you doing giving up?

get of your duff and put it all in gear.

This life only comes at you once,

passes folks by that quit and give up.

This ain’t what we talked about.

You walked with me on a journey once,

I passed it on to you when my time was up,

don’t you dare give up the dream.

Everyone out there has some good them

there is so much you can do when you got friends

so quit your sniffling and get on your feet.

He had bushy eyebrows and a sunburned nose,

walked the road he had chose.

I was proud to be called a Brother by him.