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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
THE DRIFTER
Joel T. Bailey
He rests beside a dusty trail
Under a moonlit sky
His head on his saddle
Listening to a coyote's cry
A battered old coffee pot
Sits on a bed of coals
He drifts off to sleep
As the lonely night unfolds
He's up before the sunrise
And feels the morning chill
He saddles up and rides out
To see whats over the hill
He's always been a drifter
For he loves this kind of life
He never stopped long enough
To find a home or wife
He's been a gambler, a drover
And wore a badge a time or two
But he never found anything
He really wanted to do
He'll always have the urge
To see what’s around the bend
So he'll keep on drifting
Until his life comes to an end
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