Ian Tyson - Bob Fudge

My name is Bob Fudge, I was borne in Texas

Lampases county back during the war

Smallpox and Comanches took most of my family

Left my poor mother and brothers and me

So I headed north for ta' ride for the blockers

They were contractin' herds, for the Montana Range

In the spring of the year '82 we left ol' Lampases

With 2,000 steers for the Little Big Horn.

Crossing our trails, were many great rivers

All ta' be crossed, not a bridge could we find

In the cold roilin' waters in the wild punchin' cattle

There was many a young man took leave of his life.

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Well we crossed at doan's store, into the Indian Nation's,

Saw the blood on the rocks, where those cowboys had died

And on ta' Fort Dodge on the Arkansas River

Where gamblers an whores came ta' welcome us there

The great snow cap peaks were on our left side now

For many a mile in a great silent land

Ah' when I first saw Montana I knew I would love her

I'd ride her great ranges for the rest of my days

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Well she's all cut an' dry now, the trails are all gone

I been ta' Yellowstone Park, in an automobile

But I can still see um' swimmin'

Boys I can still hear um' runnin'

Yes I came off a the trail, when cowboys was king

My name is Bob Fudge, I died in Montana

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