A. Ray Miller:
His Legacy

The Old Chism Trail

I'm up in the mornin' afore daylight
And afore I sleep the moon shines bright
No chaps and no slicker and its pouring down rain
And I swear by God that I'll never night herd again
Oh, it's bacon and beans most every day
I'd as soon be a eatin' prairie hay.
I went to the boss to draw my role
He had it figured out I was nine dollars in the hole
I'll sell my horse and sell my saddle
You can go to hell with your longhorn cattle.

~ author unknown