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Gold Rush Days

Head five miles that way... and then go five miles that way... bring back every critter ya find

June 9th in the Black Hills 'Pard, All I Remember...T'was a Cold Som-Bitch'

No Place...For Amateurs

Noth'n Like the Feel'n of Ride'n a Fine Horse...Throught Wyoming Country

The Horse Wrangler Gather'd the Morning Mounts - One that Had'n Lived the Life

Them's a Bunch-a-Bronc Stomp'n Sunfishin...SOB's Low

Today We Will Look Our Best, ...And You Will Take Me Where I Want To Go ...Tomorrow They Will Tell Stories of Our Deeds

When This Weather Quits,... You Can Stiff'n Your Hat Back Up With Sugar Water
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