The Last Ride

Come ride with me Amigo

We’ll spur these ponies hard

I’ve got a yen for travelin

Up north with my old pard

We can get work up in Laramie

And maybe Cheyenne too

We’ll punch some cows Wyoming style

Yup, that’s just what we’ll do

Come ride with me Amigo

This dusty place’s too hot

We’ll hit the mountains just in time

Too find a nice cool spot

We’ll cut some fishin poles for fun

I love them mountain trout

We’ll stay a week or maybe two

Before we head on out

Kallispell might be the place

Just north of Flathead Lake

Jed Black’s got him a nice spread there

He might give us a stake

Come ride with me Amigo

I’m ready for it now

If any outlaws trouble us

I guess we’ll show em how!

I can see that Big Sky sunset

And smell them lodgepole pines

Come ride with me Amigo

We’ll have ourselves some times

He laid back on his pillow

A smile spread cross his face

We knew he rode with his good pard

Far from this cruel place

And he spoke those last few words

As he finally closed his eyes

And another old time cowpoke

Rode out for Western skies

Photo by Pale Wolf Brunelle aka Tom Rickman

© 2008