Bob Fudge lyrics

My name is Bob Fudge

I was born in Texas

Lampasas County

Back during the war

Small Pox and Comanches

Took most of my family

Left my poor mother

My brothers, my brothers and me

So I headed North

To ride for the Blockers

They were contractin' herds

On the Montana range

In the Spring of the year '82

We left ol' Lampasas

With two thousand steers

For the Little Big Horn

Crossing our trails

There were many great rivers

All to be crossed

Not a bridge would we find

In the cold rolling waters

And the wild plunging cattle

There was many a young man

Took leave of his life

Well we crossed at Doan's Store

Into the Indian nation

Saw the blood on the rocks

Where those cowboys had died

Then it's on Fort Dodge

On the Arkansas River

Where gamblers and the whores

All welcomed us there

And the great snowcapped peaks

Are on our left side now

For many miles

In the great silent land

When I first saw Montana

I knew I would love her

I would ride her great plains

'Til the end of my days

But she's all cut-and-dry now

And the trails are all gone

I've been to Yellowstone Park

In an automobile

But I can still see 'em swimming

Boys, I can still hear 'em running

I came off of the trails

When cowboys was king

My name is Bob Fudge

I died in Montana

• Artist:Colter Wall
• Album:Single