I was broke in Wickenburg in the spring of ‘ 77. 
Things were lean for buffalo and me. 
So I called up Harold Munsen over Battle Mountain way 
The TS wagon was pullin' out on the fifteenth day of 
May. 

I was no stranger to the wagon back when I was 21, 
The IL, the YP, the Circle K. 
So I hocked my shoein' outfit. We filled that Chevy's 
tank. 
Gas was 50 cents a gallon in those days. 

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I outgrew the wagon and boy let me tell you why. 
Your tipi's like an oven at times or your bed ain't 
never dry. 
due
And at fifteen below zero, you'd outrun the wagon too. 

Now, don't you misunderstand me. 
There were lots of good times too. 
I would not change a single memory. 
Like the time we tied old Blackie up in cold Coyote 
Creek. 
We were young and wild, like the horses we rode. 
The days stretched endlessly.

I outgrew the wagon and boy let me tell you why. 
Your tipi's like an oven at times or your bed ain't 
never dry. 
It was nearly mid-November ‘fore the work was finally 
due
And at fifteen below zero, you'd outrun the wagon too.