Utah Bob #35998 Posted August 5, 2022 Share Posted August 5, 2022 Legends of the Trail It's jerky and coffee and eyes full of dust Hellish hot sun and conchos and rust It’s riding all day with no end in sight Then keeping them dumb critters quiet at night Sioux on the outskirts seeing what they can take A grizzled old trail boss as mean as a snake Valleys with rocks but some with sweet grasses Flash floods in gulches and snow covered passes Chase off some rustlers with a Winchester rifle Then gaze at deep canyons that sure were an eyefulwas And along that long trail, they buried some men Compadres and brothers, good pards and friends Laughing and joking around a small fire They tried to stay warm as the trail climbed up higher Then out in the open and down to the train Driving the herd in the lightning and the rain Pick up their pay and spend it in town In the morning they’re broke but with hardly a frown Then it’s saddle up early and head south again A couple of ponies, a couple of friends They’d sign up again in a month, maybe more Then they’d push a new herd, knowing just what’s in store They did it for decades till it faded away But the tales of those drovers are still with us today They helped shape a country, though they never knew it They faced up to bad times and always fought through it It’s that will to survive and to just do your best That the Cowboys left branded on the soul of the west Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Calamity Kris Posted August 5, 2022 Share Posted August 5, 2022 Wonderful, UB. Thank you!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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