"End of Trails" by
A lonely horseman
crossing the plains,
Through blistering heat and driving rains,
I have all I need, horse, saddle, gun
Nothing to stop me, miles i can run,
My life is my freedom, no town I belong,
I am from everywhere, and never from one.
But times now are different,
I long not to roam, to finish the trail, to a girl, to a home.
I may hang my gear, my boots full of dirt,
a tarnished old tin star, now reflecting no hurt.
My horse an old ranger like the one he bore true,
and when my life's over, we'll ride it back through.....