I was broke in Wickenburg in the spring of '77. Things were lean for buffalo and me. So I called up Harold Munsen over Battle Mountain way The TS wagon was pullin' out on the fifteenth day of May.
I was no stranger to the wagon back when I was 21, The IL, the YP, AND Circle K. So I hocked my shoein' outfit. We filled that Chevy's tank. Gas was 50 cents a gallon in those days.
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But I outgrew the wagon and boy let me tell you why. Your teepee's like an oven at times or your bed ain't never dry. It was nearly mid-November 'fore the work was finally through And at fifteen below zero, you'd outgrow the wagon too.
Now, don't you misunderstand me. There were lots of good times too. I would not change a single memory. Like the time we tied old Blackie up in cold Coyote Creek. We were young and wild, like the horses we rode. The days stretched endlessly.
I outgrew the wagon and boy let me tell you why. Your teepee like an oven at times or your bed ain't never dry. It was nearly mid-November 'fore the work was finally through And at fifteen below zero, you'd outgrow the wagon too.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
