THE 
               DUSTY TRAIL


 Traveling through an untamed land, I travel,


 All that I own, packed upon my horse and wagon.


 There's a lot of quiet time, thinking and looking,


 As the day ends I set camp, a fire, supper, and 
 My horse.

 Noises of the night are owls, crickets, or the wind,


 Lucky am I to hold this guitar in hand.


 Feed my horse and off to bed for a little rest,


 A gun close by as I sleep with an open eye.


 Just call me bob as when the sun rises I'll be gone,


 A hot cup of coffee, a bite to eat, and off I go.


 The dusty trail takes me to many places of sight,


 I travel by day then it's time to stop for a much
 Wanted, Peaceful night.

               Keith Garrett