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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
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