I was broke down in Wickenburg spring of seventy seven
Things were looked lean for buffalo and me
And I called up Darrel Munson over Battle Mountain way
He says the TS wagon she's pullin' out son fifteenth day of May
Verse:2
Now I was no stranger to the wagon back when I was twenty one
The IL, the YP, the old Circle A
So I hocked my shoein outfit, we filled the old Chevy tank
You know gas was fifty cents a gallon, back in them days
And I outgrew the wagon and boy let me tell you why
Ol' teepee she gets like an oven, your bed ain't never dry
It was nearly mid-November the work was finally through
At fifteen below zero, you outgrow that old wagon too
Verse:3
Ah now don you misunderstand me we had lots of good times too
I would not change a single memory
Like the time we tied old Blackie up through him in cold Coyote Creek
We were young and we were wild, like the horses we rode and the days stretched endlessly
And I outgrew the wagon and boy let me tell you why
Ol' teepee she gets like an oven at night, your bed ain't never dry
It was nearly mid-November the work was finally through
At fifteen below zero, you outgrow that old wagon too
Now I was broke down in Wickenburg spring of seventy seven
Things were lookin' tight for buffalo and me
And I called up Darrel Munson over Battle Mountain way
He says the TS wagon is pullin out son fifteenth day of May
Be there
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