Arbuckle Coffee
Arbuckle Coffee
Arbuckle coffee, jerky and hard tack
It's all waiting at camp when I get back
The coffee will be strong, thick and black
The jerky salty and a tooth it may crack
The biscuits I might have to attack
I'll put some leftovers in a sack
And tomorrow I might have a snack
By Mike Francis
Copyright © Mike Francis | Year Posted 2011
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