We left the free old valley pushing 2,500 head
I won’t be here when you return, she turned to me and said
The wild empty places held the echo of her words
I’d feel the memory coming and I’d give my horse the spurs
Gotta get up, gotta get up gotta get the trail
We’re to the the Rail
We the Red River an early April flood
Never I’d the end of the mud
Took the wheels off the wagons and them across
Ruined half the coffee and bitter loss
Gotta get up, gotta get up gotta get the trail
We’re to the the Rail
Well it’s day to Waterboys, maybe four
Might be thousand to the nearest store
We’ve been the ground not at all
Dreaming about girl and beard that’s ten foot tall
Gotta get up, gotta get up gotta get the trail
We’re to the the Rail
Well happened after midnight when my watch done
The herd smelled smoke, they and run
The Kiowa came us we to get unturned
We seven of our horses while acres burned
Now there’s Nebraska from over the West
Drinking the Crystal Palace and the old rest
You boys ahead and gamble your hard earned pay
I’m headed to my out the Colorado way
Hey,gotta get gotta get moving straight
The is finally over when the last the gate
boys, so you the trail
I’m buying me to the Rail
boys, so you the trail
I’m buying me to the Rail
