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Smokey hailed from someplace back in Missouri
was a slave until the ripe old age of ten
Left his master's home headed to Montana
and swore they would never hear from him again

Started out in the gold mines of Helena
then walked all the way to Bozeman alone
Through rustlers, wranglers, Indians and critters
to the place that he would forever call home

It was there he worked as a young stable boy
learning to be a blacksmithy as a trade
Through the freezing winters and boiling summers
he worked long and hard for the pennies he made

As luck would have it Nelson Story showed up
owned one of the big spreads just outside of town
Said he had some wild horses that needed broke
wondered if there was any busters around

Smokey was never one to pass up a chance
said he could ride better than any waddie
So Smokey signed up with the Story outfit
was the best bronc buster any man could be

The Story's land butted right up to the Crow
and while he was riding alone on the range
He shared his fire and food with the young Indians
that hunted for buffalo out on the plains
 
Smokey joined the Crow tribe and soon settled down
he lived as a Crow all the rest of his life
Running free as the wind that blows through the trees
just him, ten children and his beautiful wife
 
If you think the story of Smokey is dull
perhaps I will be able to shed some light
Most cowboys never stood out in history
no more than clouds crossing the moon in the night

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