Our Tribe traded camas for teepee poles and canvas (Cayuse-Umatilla-Walla Walla)
Our wheat was soft-white not hard red Kansas
The fog banks hid grandiose Canadian goose plans
Granddad, Brett Kamm and I drove to Idaho with our baby powder and rope…
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Red Sky night
Rodeo religion is my hearts delight
Red sky in the morn
Runway my West Coast Model was forlorn
Sky ran off on the early bird scat cat…
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Casey and I left our homes with rodeo clothes we owned
He rode and I roped of an old caballo the strawberry roan
I was hangin' and jangin’ Casey got in wicked time
A Casey Tibbs spur ride was Ft. Pierre sublime
We always caught the ladies attention when we wore sunglasses to the shows
The pretty young shop lady asked if we were…
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The mountains were a green shamrock tint
Stirrups were covered in rough leather and laced
He was a rough stock cowboy politically incorrect…
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