There ain't no one walked this earth/ more straight ahead/than Garfield Brant/ a good man's dead/they don't build'em like that no more/ they don't have the mold/ lived his life with his cigarettes/ he was ninety-three years old/ trapped when it was cold/ fished when it was warm/ he was out the door by four am/ with a thermos under his arm/ and he kept any quarters/ that had a Mountie on the back/ and he burned his bacon/ and he drank his coffee black/ and he was out/ on the lake/ no hat on his head/ just a rod and a bottle/ just a bottle and a bed/ he had soap stone eyes/ and a saddle leather face/ he wore his work shirt pressed/ he kept a pen in place/ he had a ring on a string/ he had a picture in a locket/ he kept his boat at the dock/ he kept his Players in his pocket/ and he died standing up/ down at the water/ I threw his ashes in the lake/ with his great granddaughter/ they're ain't no one walked this earth/ more straight ahead/ than Garfield Brant/ a good man's dead