• Were sittin round the campfire roastin our baked beans.
    While the coyotes howls the yell of the night and a flyin goes the tumble weeds.
    The fiddles play and the saddles sway as the wind of the night starts to gain and the horses neigh and the fire flairs while the dust devils scare the frolicking mares.
    My lasso might catch the steer while I tell the others come over here.
    So the cowboys come to corral the beast which was quite a challenge to say the least.
    As the dark night awkes the moon and the ten gallon hats crowd the saloon i know its time to giddy up and be on your way to enjoy another restless cowboy day!!!!!!!!!