Two Thousand and Twenty Three Part 2

When night came, the cattle bedded down And the night riders making their rounds Samuel would take a strole to the chuck wagon And Cookie would hand him his cup of coffee As he savored it's taste He'd check with Cookie to see If his supplies were holding out Then find ol' Jack crawl aboard and make another round The nights of stary bliss Or winds a blowin strong The drovers were right there To keep things from going wrong The rivers they did cross, Sometimes took their tole Little Zeke was lucky to be on hand He threw Luke a lasso and drug him to dry land Some cattle were lost Due to the heat Some they had to nurse maid If they got snake bit The prairie dog towns were dangerous grounds For horses, cattle or cowboys Their holes were the cause of many a fall With broken legs you can't ride a saddle Nights in the bedroll Days in the saddle Day after day They trailed the cattle