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Tim Hus
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Picture Butte Charlie
Charlie was a bronc rider he hailed from Picture Butte Made his payroll and his bedroll behind the buckin' chute Grew up with the Southwest wind blowin' every day Been leaning to the West so long he's never stood up straight
He gets a-feelin' restless every year about this time As he watches a falcon circle in the sky His Diamond City sweetheart keeps him holdin' on His wire stretches tight and she knows he's almost gone
Chorus: And he gives a wave as he rolls away In a big old cloud of dust With a camper heavy on the back Of his old pick-up truck And he never makes any money But he doesn't give a damn He just likes his hand in the riggin' And his riggin' in his hand Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com She never heard a single word All summer he was gone He got off the bus at Fort Macloed With a cast on his arm
Great grandpa rode the Redcoat trail in the Whoop-up whiskey trade Na-ah's been here all along she wore her hair in braids Sable brush and canvas remembered every stroke The Red Man's Wireless and The White Man's Buffalo
Charles Marion Russell that's where he got his name Like the painter of the West he was captured by the change Still he hears his ancestors whisper in the wind From the Porcupines to Grassy Lake And the old Milk River Ridge
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