Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail
Six cowboys and one old man in another day of hell
Chuckwagon lagging behind from the strain of a broken wheel
The only thing to look forward to was a campfire and a meal
Asleep beneath an open sky with just the stars above their heads
A saddle for a pillow and some sagebrush for a bed
Waking up tomorrow was merely done by chance
Back when the west was wild and cowboys didn't dance
When cowboys didn't dance
Didn't wear designer shirts
When their hearts were filled with memories
Their bodies filled with hurt
They would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glance
wheel
waking
through
their
would
sweat
strain
every
bodies
designer
saddle
tomorrow
chasing
coffee
stars
broken
colorado
another
slowly
cattle
texas
began
trail
thing
across
chance
brand
dance
memories
campfire
shirts
cowboys
above
beneath
exchange
behind
asleep
filled
final
forgotten
forward
glance
thirteen
merely
idaho
heads
destination
miles
hearts
horizon
plains
hundred
lagging
really
pillow
around
lonely
piercing
seven
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