Lonely Man
Hard work and eating dustAre his usual reward
Running horses or cattle
Beans and jerky are his feed
Looking out for indians
And dangerous outlaws alike
Riding guard, flank or point
Hunting down the strays
Shooting snakes and coyotes
Prairie dogs along the way
Traveling fifteen hundred
To two thousand miles
Trying not to lose too many head
Finding grass and water
So none of them starve
Busting broncs on the side
So he doesn't get too bored
Sometimes sleeping in his saddle
To keep up with the deadlines
Inly time to rest is when the job
Is finished and he gets paid
After reaching the market
A few months later to start
Thats when his life begins again
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