WHEN IT'S DUDETIME IN THE ROCKIES

(May be warbled to Springtime in the Rockies)

Now it's Dudetime in the Rockies,
And the dudes are coming fast,
With their waders and their fly rods,
Oh, they dream of perfect cast.

In their RV's and their trailers,
They are clogging up the roads,
Oh, they park their rigs on Main street,
And wear shoes with open toes.

And they all have little dogies
That they carry like a purse,
Or they lead big German Shepherds,
My, it's hard to say what's worse.

Oh, it's dudetime in the Rockies,
And they're coming back this way,
All the travelers from the cities,
With their credit cards they'll pay.

And they love to spend their time at
A dude ranch far from town,
Where the horsies all are gentle,
And the saddles soft as down.

And the wranglers smile to see them
In their funny riding clothes,
For they wear their chaps with nothing,
Leaving birthday suits exposed.

When the tourists come in springtime,
They'll be coming here to play,
Once again we'll say we love them,
While their money flows our way.

And we'll wave good-bye in autumn,
For we're glad they didn't stay,
When it's dudetime in the Rockies,
In the Rockies far awayyyy.

Courtesty of http://www.fencepost.com June 12, 2007
WRITTEN BY :Gwen Petersen
Big Timber, Montana

Sincerely,
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