The Range Was His Home

You couldn't rattle Tex Ice water in his veins No one ever saw him wince let alone complain Kept to himself, he did Felt life was meant to be hard Carried his lasso and holsters proud Tackled fool rustlers, no holds barred The range was his home, an honest calling One where he gave his cattle free rein 'Til sundown was nigh, when he'd change his tune Call in his options, by the light of the moon Came a day when his ten-gallon hat No longer was seen on the range, working at The craft that he loved, more than life itself Tex had roped his last steer, put his reins on the shelf