by JD Bedwell

Oh, I wish I was back at the Frio camp,    
covered in trail dust like a saddle tramp.

With a good hoss between my knees,        
feeling the sun and summer breeze.

Wish I was lookin" the herd over,              
as they munch grass in Buffalo Clover.

Miss my ol" amigos Red, Bob and Dave,    
But their remains are in their graves.

Wish I was still livin" the cowboy dream,
But folks in Hell wish for Blue Bell Ice cream !   



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