windy day out on Fort Fathom Hill
With hats in hand, a group of solemn men
were gathered round a shallow grave
they had dug with rifle butts
to pay their last respect
Now Curly was the first to speak
and in a gravel voice said,
I remember when he come out here
He throwed a big John Blocker lute
and wrote a steel lust man
We rolled him in the wagon sheet
and laid him in the ground
Then piled up rock so old
Shy and cut a cross of cedar
Then Billy Fred remembered
just how good he handled Bronx
Until the blue Rome broke
And Macintosh, the wagon boss,
And then it came my time to speak,
and they turned and looked at me
I held the tears back so they
I bit my lip and swallowed hard,
but all that I could say was
I thought you had enrolled.
We rolled him in the wagon shed
and laid him in the ground
Then piled up rock soles on
Cheyenne cut a cross of cedar
another cowboy's coming home
Cheyenne cut a cross of cedar
another cowboy's coming home
