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He had done it many times before,
Goin' now on forty years,
Gettin' up and roping out 'fore dawn,
After bedding down with bawlin' steers.
It wasn't quite so easy now,
All that sleepin' on the ground,
Most o' the other boys he started with,
Were passed on, or retired to town.
He had thought about doing the same some days,
The thoughts were strong when it rained and snowed,
But pushin' cows and ridin' herd,
Was the only work he every knowed.
He came to understand quite young,
That God designs each man in different ways,
And that he was meant to stay where he was,
Enduring life where the cattle grazed.
It wasn't near as hard to take,
Once he understood where he belonged,
'cause living out God's plan in life,
makes ya content as ya ride along.
So as he threw a loop around his mount,
To saddle up and get the cows on their way,
He was content to endure this life he had,
Makin' the most of every day.
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