Colter Wall The Last Loving Words
It's a long way 'round the Llano Estacado
We turned em' north towards Colorado
Crossed the wide pecos
The sun it did bake us
But we're bound to make us a buck
Two thousand long-horn cattle
Some eighteen good men in the saddle
We knew of the dangers
Me and that old ranger
Paired up in this strange enterprise
Goodbye, goodnight
So long, my friend
I fear that New Mexico
Is where my trial ends
Think of me with kindness
These wеre the last loving words
The trails havе been all but paved over
So too, has the time of the drover
But cowmen remember
That night in September
In Fort Sumner, these words could be heard
Goodbye, goodnight
So long, my friend
I fear that New Mexico
Is where my trial ends
Think of me with kindness
These were the last loving words
