Someone recently asked for this. From the great "Frummox" album (Fromholz and McCrimmon).

Kansas Legend — Steven Fromholz
Written by Dan McCrimmon

Billy was a lad about ten when the horse thieves caught his daddy out,
Cut him down and they rode the stock away.
Billy made a cross of cottonwood and he laid his daddy down,
Swore that he'd keep that land 'til his dyin' day.

Billy had a sister Nell she was twelve that summer.
Bill and his brother tried to set the farm to rights.
She took sick next year and the fever caught her,
She passed away on a bitter February night.

        Billy laid her down beneath a tree upon the hill,
        Swore that soon she'd see the wavin' wheat from land he tilled.

Billy set to work with the burnin' will of a man possessed,
Spent his years and he worked his land and he done his best.
He had an old dog named Jake to keep him company,
Jake and the boy were watched by the people on the North Smoky.

        And soon Bill Orr's name traveled hand to hand,
        As the youngest, toughest dirt farmer on the Kansas borderland.

The bankers asked for money down and all he had was pride,
Sweat and tears don't mean much to the law.
Soon one day, the sheriff came to put Bill off his land,
And make him break the promise to his pa.

        When the lines were drawn, Bill watched the sheriff die.
        As the days dragged on you could hear young Billy cry.

They laid Billy down by his daddy's side and they took old Jake to town.
The wild flowers grew and the windows fell.
But once in a while if the night is warm you can see old Billy there,
Keepin' watch on the land that he loved so well.

        And still Bill Orr's name travels hand to hand,
        As the youngest, toughest dirt farmer on the Kansas borderland.

        And still Bill Orr's name travels hand to hand,
        As the youngest, toughest dirt farmer on the Kansas borderland.