I Outgrew the Wagon [German translation]

I was broke in Wickenburg in the spring of '77.

Things were lean for buffalo and me.

So I called up Harold Munsen over Battle Mountain way

The TS wagon was pullin' out on the fifteenth day of May.

I was no stranger to the wagon back when I was 21,

The IL, the YP, AND Circle K.

So I hocked my shoein' outfit. We filled that Chevy's tank.

Gas was 50 cents a gallon in those days.

[Chorus:]

But I outgrew the wagon and boy let me tell you why.

Your teepee's like an oven at times or your bed ain't never dry.

It was nearly mid-November 'fore the work was finally through

And at fifteen below zero, you'd outgrow the wagon too.

Now, don't you misunderstand me.

There were lots of good times too.

I would not change a single memory.

Like the time we tied old Blackie up in cold Coyote Creek.

We were young and wild, like the horses we rode.

The days stretched endlessly.

I outgrew the wagon and boy let me tell you why.

Your teepee like an oven at times or your bed ain't never dry.

It was nearly mid-November 'fore the work was finally through

And at fifteen below zero, you'd outgrow the wagon too.