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Trails end

up before daybreak,
That comes as no surprise.
The scent of sagebrush in the air
Fore the mountain greets your eyes.

We'd start our journey northward
With a nod and a quick so long.
Just an old time faded cowboy
Moving cattle with a song.

We'd ride through dust and summer rain
And drift through winters wind.
Easy miles to measure
When your trail's about to end.

Some long to see their Texas
Where the longhorn cattle play.
When their work here's finished
It's where their hearts will stay.

Just find me a spot on the prairie
With a coyote, wolf or bear.
When it's time to hang my spurs up
You'll find my soul out there.