The Right Stuff -

All them cowboys are old men

Longing for a mission once again

Gambling everything, boys we were fearless

Well we had the right stuff then

We were brothers bound together

Sharing every victory and pain

Never will there be such good companions

We’ll never see that right stuff again

So farewell, my friends

Till we meet again

In some bar where angels fear to tread

Some have already gone

But it won’t be long

Till we’re all together again

Time is such a strange arrangement

You think you have too much and then it’s gone

But I know this world will keep on turning

When you and me have slipped this mortal coil

And we’ll have that right stuff again