The Last Stampede

Road is long, horse is lean

Lost my saddle in the last stampede

Troubled times I've seen before

A worried mind is all I've known

Never mind workin' sun to sun

Buckskin pony and a long-barrel gun

Run them cattle 'til the work is done

N' I'll be long gone to the western sun

Rode my pony to the Basin Range

Through the piñon pine n' silver sage

Deep in the valley where the cattle call

High in the saddle above it all

Never mind workin' sun to sun

Buckskin pony and a long-barrel gun

Run them cattle 'til the work is done

N' I'll be long gone to the western sun