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 Cassidy 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.