The Last Loving Words

It's a long way round the Llano Estacado

We turned 'em north towards Colorado

Crossed the wide Pecos

The sun, it did bake us

But we're bound to make us a buck

Two thousand long-horn cattle

Some 18 good men in the saddle

We knew of the dangers

Me and that old ranger

Paired up in this strange enterprise

"Goodbye, goodnight

So long, my friend

I fear that New Mexico is where my trial ends

Think of me with kindness"

These were the last loving words

The trails have been all but paved over

So too has the time of the drover

But cowmen remember that night in September

Fort Sumner, these words could be heard

"Goodbye, goodnight

So long, my friend

I fear that New Mexico is where my trial ends

Think of me with kindness"

These were the last loving words