Last night I fell asleep
And dreamed of Bitter Creek
The long
God saved some lucky men to be cowboys
'Cause no ordinary
Around the rim on Cottonwood
There stands a cedar shack
And a
I smell it a little bit
In the air tonight
I feel
Andy hired on to the Box Y in the spring
He
We have been saved
For these latter days
We have been made
To
Well it's hard to find a night horse
That one sure-footed
Nights like this I wonder if I'm dreamin'
You dance as
We crossed the Powder River in the fall of '81
Pulled
A cougar dog and a stout palomino
Snow fallin' on this
Frost on the wheat grass
Frost on the sage
Frost on the
I said goodbye to the state line of Wyoming
And four
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