bob fudge

my name is bob fudge i was born in texas, lampasas county back during the war, small pox and comanches took most of my family, left my poor mother, my brothers and me, so i headed north to ride for the blockers, they were contracting herds on the montana range, in the spring of the year 82 we left old lampasas, with 2,000 steers for the little bighorn, crossing our trails there were many great rivers, all to be crossed not a bridge would we find, in the cold rolling waters and the wild punching cattle, there was many a young man took leave of his life, well we crossed at doan's store into the indian nation, saw the blood on the rocks where those cowboys had died, then it's on fort dodge on the arkansas river, where gamblers and whores all welcomed us there, and the great snowcapped peaks are on our left side now, for many miles in the great silent land, when i first saw montana, i knew i would love her, i would ride her great plains til the end of my days, but she's all cut and dry now and the trails are all gone, i've been in yellowstone park in an automobile, but i can still see em swimming, boys i can still hear em running, i came off of the trails when cowboys was king, my name is bob fudge i died in montana