Then the old timer pulled him close and said,
You've come a long way, I know.
You've got a longer drive ahead,
Through the bones of the buffalo,
Through the claims of the western dead, and––
Just like the spokes of a wheel,
You'll spin 'round with the rest.
You'll hear the drums and the brush of steel.
You'll hear the call of the west...[link]
call of the west - wall of voodoo[link]
lol, I love this song.
a corral on the prairie waits patiently for roundup.