Tradin' Fever
Around these parts trading fever is what its called
It comes around âbout ever fall!
The fever will come and go when it will subside
no one knows!
These men are said to be the last great
horse traders of our time a dyin' breed the
last of their kind!
When the fever hits they will trade anything they own!
They live by a motto, adone deal is set in stone!
The all trade horses, mules knives and guns to them
this is real fun!
They swap their lies and tales, retracing old stomping grounds
and trails!
They come and stay all day, whittling and spinning
their yarns of those good ole days back on the farm!
Dedicated to my Father D.G. Lucas
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