Home From The Range

21 hours ago by @kingwoodkowboy

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Home From The Range
Well, the northern lights were glowin’ as the winter wind did blow
Ice crystals formed on his hat as he crouched in the saddle low
He rode down the slope as his hope was now low for weather change
And the old cowboy barely made it home from the range
His hands drooped at his side as he stumbled to the bunk house door
Five other cowboys stared but they shared with him one bottle more
His homestead was a bunk house and there was no reason for change
And the old cowboy barely made it home from the range
To a stark and empty wooden wall the old cowboy stepped to
He hung his oil skin duster on a peg, and his Stetson too
He wondered how it all came about because it seemed so strange
How he got lost and barely made it home from the range
As the old cowboy lay sleeping, a dream in the night appeared
The vision started cloudy but soon the midnight veil was cleared
Of one who had loved him after wedding vows they did exchange
In a far off springtime when it was warm on the range
In his dream she touched him and soft words of love they both exchanged
He even heard the noise of their children as they played childish games
Now in his old bunk house on the Ponderosa far from town
The cowboy died as he barely made it home from the range
The old cowboy died but he made it home from the range

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