| I spent a night in the bunkhouse
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| Down on Sheep Creek at Simplot #2
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| Those black rock cliffs were all around us
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| And the sky was a starry midnight blue
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| Woke with the sunrise in the mornin'
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| Desert sparrows singin' through the brush
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| I saddled Jasper in the lantern light
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| And prayed I would make a hand that he could trust
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| In Bruneau Canyon
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| Springtime brandin'
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| Lonesome as the windy ‘Wyhee plains
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| North of Elko
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| Southeast Idaho
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| The cold gray sky that never rains
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| I thank God some things never change
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| Ten thousand acres to a pasture
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| We gathered heifers until noon
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| With their babies a bawlin' ‘long beside them
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| They’d feel the brandin' iron soon
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| Owyhee Mountains on the skyline
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| Horse sweat and leather on the wind
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| Lone buckaroos driftin' through the sagebrush
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| I prayed the day would never end
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| We branded through the afternoon
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| Ate lunch out on the dusty desert ground
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| Then me and Elvin trailed some old dry heifers
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| Back to the old Sheep Creek corrals
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| I loaded Jasper in the Sooner
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| And bid my new found pardners Adios
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| And I think about them to this day
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| But it’s the deep, dark Bruneau Canyon I miss most |