Wishing 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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