' I used to roam with Willie way out on the plains
One of our ponies was stone blind, the other was just lame
We weren't hard pressed to get out of Dodge or hell bent to meet the train
Always had enough to get us by, and a song to rattle the chain
When we called the scoundrels down, singing 'How sweet the sound'
We gave away more than we found,
When those medicine days came around"








RB. Rome, Ga..