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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Me and Ben were fresh-scrubbed farm boys Come to Wyoming fer the thrill, We had twenty dollars twixt us, But knew we’d climb the highest hill. Then Ben got suckered in card games And I spent the rest on bar gals— We was down and out in Cheyenne, Then started hangin’ at corrals. Jest ‘bout the time I sold my horse And almost called this a bad joke, A tall, dark trail boss then offered Me and Ben jobs as new cowpokes. Sam Nightshade showed us some respect, He didn’t want to hurt our pride— He knew we wren’t cowboys and said, “Ain’t it all just one long ol’ ride?” Then he took the time to train us And ‘fore long we were ridin’ herd, And we would have both killed or stole If Sam had only said the word. Well, the years stampeded by fast— We knew Sam was on his last legs, Then he told Ben ta be the boss And live life to its final dregs. And as Sam put his horse in a trot, His body went limp and he died, But we caught him ‘fore he hit ground, “Ain’t it all just one long ol’ ride?” Though sad, I was soon resentful ‘Bout Ben bein’ the new trail boss— Wasn’t Sam eatin’ me inside, Reckon it was the double-cross. Never said a word ‘bout it for years But it gnawed a hole deep in me— And I oiled up my .44 And practiced on an ol’ ash tree. Then one night alone on the trail, I found Ben where he could not hide And shot him once clean through the head, “Ain’t it all just one long ol’ ride?”
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