ON THE EDGE OF COMMON SENSE: Feedlot Heroes
Now and then I get to thinkin' I should quit this feedlot job.
Go and ride with Buster, what's-his-name, his Texas wagon mob.
Maybe move to old Montana, wear them bat wings for a while
Or do California day work in the old vaquero style.
I get my western magazines, shoot, I keep'em by my chair
And I read'em...
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