Trail driving was grueling for the cowboy
Not all marshmallows and campfire stories
They never slept very Sound-
the Cows were up and down
Day after day
the same cowpoke way
snaps and plaid shirts
full of holes and dirt
To get cattle to cross the stream
It took a big steer
that was mean
The rest then would follow
If you crossed by the hollow
When the cattle drives over
He’s No longer a rover
When the cowpokes-had a few sips
He’ll pull out the fiddle to his hip
Scuffed up cowboy boots will scoot
To the fiddles Rooty toot toot
When It starts all over again
The Cowpoke takes it on the chin
To Indian territory to pick up supplies
He’s on to the next cattle drive
It’s the life that you chose
That’s just how it goes
As every Cowpoke-well knows
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