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

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