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Belfry Public Schools
Belfry, Montana
puts on his chaps and spurs he goes and gets his horses and brushes off the burrs.
He starts up his old tractor and he goes to feed the cows comes back and milks his goat while the kitty's yelpin' meows.
He shoots some rabbits for dinner he saddles up his horse then goes and doctors calves and gather sheep of course.
Then he goes to town to sell off his lambs so he can buy some horseshoes and pick up his pigs ham.
Then he sells his chicken eggs and buys a load of hay he goes back home and falls asleep
it's sure been a long long day.
one eye open one eye not when I went to see the sight there was mom and she was hot snot was flying and she was on the fight I tried to see if she had calved she hit the fence and she was mad she stomped that baby, I thought in halved. I tired to get a better look so I climbed the eagle nest when what to my sleepy eyes did I see? one eye went east and one went west. I ran to the house to get the vet book I came back to get a better look the vet book said to take him to Pays when we got there he sits down and lays the speakerman said now looky here now he got up from layin' buy we don't know how the auctioneer said hive me a bid there was one then two off the head the cross eyed calf got sold so I went back to bed. ************
A Dog Named Buckaroo by Middle School
Sittin' by the campfire
with the first light of the dawn wonderin' where life's gone.
Listening to the coyotes howl with my dog named buckaroo tired of the dust and wind I sure am missing you.
Long days in the saddle and short night on the ground sort and brand them cattle tonight I'm homeward bound.
Roll myself a cigarette and pour a cup of brew tonight I'll be headed home cuz, I sure am missing you.
I been out on the wagon for a month or maybe two everyday a different horse been throwed off by a few the days are long and lonely and I'm feeling oh so blue out here on this sea of sage and I sure am missing you.
i made it to the ranch house to draw my monthly pay I think I made a buck or two now its time for me to play.
Loaded up my pickup truck and loaded Buckaroo I'm rollin' down this dusty road cuz, i sure am missing you. *************
On the Outskirts of Town by the High School
There's an old rundown cabin a mile off the road it's the home of my raisin' and the place where I'll grow old.
A million miles of memories with in my heart I'll hold from the sweet smell of sage brush to the first kiss that I stole.
Chorus On the outskirts of town is where I'm from chasin' wild cattle till the setting of the sun.
On the outskirts of town where my horses run I spend my days here until my last day is done on the outskirts of town.
There's a little old homestead where I lived a simple life tucked back in the hills with my lovely kids and wife.
The kids have moved away now and the stock had dwindled down now we're livin' our golden years on the outskirts of town. ****************
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