Searchin' For the Elephant

He was a roustabout ranahan always movin’ on, Ridin’ over that next hill for dreams to rely upon. No one tried to stop him – didn’t know the meaning of can’t, The boys knew he was restless – searchin’ for the elephant. He could have been the ranch’s top hand or a fine range boss, But there were too many rivers and tall mountains to cross. He’d be fine a few weeks, then you’d see far sky in his eyes, As he longed for blue horizons, green range and red sunrise. Then when he got some older, his ramblin’s slowed down a bit, They’d see him more on the high point where he’s stare and sit. Soon he married and settled down on a government grant— Till one day he just vanished – searchin’ for the elephant.