Left early Tuesday morning Hit the border just at ten. The vet said "Where you headed, son?" I said "Vegas, sir" and then We hooked her through Montana Good time, the roads were bare By nightfall we'er in Dillon Ten below, she's cold down there.
Fed the partners in the morning Weavin' Nevada bound Off that steep Monida Pass, Ford runnin' like a hound. 'Cross them foggy flatlands Of southern Idaho Turned south into the sagebrush hills And the cowtown of Elko.
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Carryin' the blood of the Steel Dust line Carryin' the blood of the Steel Dust line Lookin' for the silver Lookin' for the gold Lookin' for the big payday I know my silent partners stand Behind me all the way.
Big Jones he had fresh cattle And a nice dry building too So we went to cuttin' cattle And in four days time we knew That the partners were as ready As they were a-gonna be So we left in a blizzard on Monday mornin' And all that I could see
Was the tail-lights of a trucker Drivin' into the blizzard's jaw That trucker never winkin' All the way to Tonapah We dropped down on the desert Left that storm behind Four more hours we're in Vegas Traffic and freeway signs
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Well I found the Tropicana Then I found my draw The whole damn Doc Bar dynasty Was a-posted on the wall With Gun Smokes and Quixotes And Colonel Freckles too There were little Peppy's, Mr San Peppy's, a cuttin' horse who's who
Put the swift boots on my partner Pulled my latigo up tight Rode into that herd and cut My first cow out just right I drove out through the middle And I turned my partner free Ed and Lindy were in the corner Takin' care of me.
And when the buzzer sounded I got my partner shown Picked up my check from my 217 Headed north back home. But look for me next winter 'Cause I'll be back for sure 'Cause I'm a carrier of the cuttin' desease For which there is no cure.
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