Waking up early in the morning, hooking the oxen up to the wagon and hitting the trail before noon. Lay back on you saddle blankets, pull your hat over you eyes and fall asleep under the moonlight dreaming about nothing except the countryside you grew up on We gather around a campfire and tell stories about the gold claim that never was Jackrabbit spotted on the ground and vultures fly overheadĬattle graze on that sweet sweet hillside grass
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