There's some that never was one
and some that's still a kid;
and some that long ago forgot
the happy things they did.
There's some of us remember
and never will forget
and if we hadn't lost our way
we'd be at Minsky's yet.

Way back in Depression times
when not much jingle jangled,
if y' hankered for a movie show
most times y ' dingle- dangled.
But not on Saturday...no sir!
That's when we most times went.....
t' Minsky's mornin' cowboy show
that didn't cost a cent.

The cowboy show at Minsky's,
it didn't cost y' much-
a label from a coffee can
or  cereal box or such.
Between the neighbors and yer kin
y'd scrounge one up somewhere,
and one way or another,
y'd most times end up there.

Sometimes we'd search the cushions
of our Pa's big fat ole' chair,
a hopin' that some jingle
might a maybe dropped down there.
With luck we'd find a nickel.
That for sure was lots a' dough...
It would buy a bag a' candy
that'd last the whole blamed show.

The Cowboy show at Minskys...
Oh how we did enjoy
those rootin', tootin', shootin' hours
with Trigger, Dale 'n Roy!
The girls were all Dale Evans
while every single boy,
in the hours spent at Minsky's,
was Trigger-ridin' Roy.

There's some that never was one,
and some that's still a kid-
and some that just remember
the happy things they did.
There' some a' us remember
and never will forget-
and if we hadn't lost our way,
we'd be at Minsky's yet.

Bette Wolf Duncan
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