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My
name
is
Bob
Fudge
I
was
born
in
Texas
Lampasas
County
Back
during
the
war
Small
Pox
and
Comanches
Took
most
of
my
family
Left
my
poor
mother
My
brothers
and
me
So
I
headed
North
To
ride
for
the
Blockers
They
were
contractin'
herds
On
the
Montana
range
In
the
Spring
of
the
year
'82
We
left
ol'
Lampasas
With
two
thousand
steers
For
the
Little
Big
Horn
Crossing
our
trails
There
were
many
great
rivers
All
to
be
crossed
Not
a
bridge
would
we
find
In
the
cold
rolling
waters
And
the
wild
plunging
cattle
There
was
many
a
young
man
Took
leave
of
his
life
Well
we
crossed
at
Doan's
Store
Into
the
Indian
nation
Saw
the
blood
on
the
rocks
Where
those
cowboys
had
died
Then
it's
on
Fort
Dodge
On
the
Arkansas
River
Where
gamblers
and
the
whores
All
welcomed
us
there
And
the
great
snowcapped
peaks
Are
on
our
left
side
now
For
many
miles
In
the
great
silent
land
When
I
first
saw
Montana
I
knew
I
would
love
her
I
would
ride
her
great
plains
'Til
the
end
of
my
days
But
she's
all
cut-and-dry
now
And
the
trails
are
all
gone
I've
been
to
Yellowstone
Park
In
an
automobile
But
I
can
still
see
'em
swimming
Boys,
I
can
still
hear
'em
running
I
came
off
of
the
trails
When
cowboys
was
king
My
name
is
Bob
Fudge
I
died
in
Montana
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