
Date of issue: 26.09.2019
Song language: English
Bob Fudge |
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, 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 |