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Charlie was a bronc rider he hailed from Picture Butte
Made his payroll and his bedroll behind the buckinâ chute
Grew up with the Southwest wind blowinâ every day
Been leaning to the West so long heâs never stood up straight
He gets a-feelinâ restless every year about this time
As he watches a falcon circle in the sky
His Diamond City sweetheart keeps him holdinâ on
His wire stretches tight and she knows heâs almost gone
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And he gives a wave as he rolls away
In a big old cloud of dust
With a camper heavy on the back
Of his old pick-up truck
And he never makes any money
But he doesnât give a damn
He just likes his hand in the rigginâ
And his rigginâ in his hand
She never heard a single word
All summer he was gone
He got off the bus at Fort Macloed
With a cast on his arm
Great grandpa rode the Redcoat trail in the Whoop-up whiskey trade
Na-ahâs been here all along she wore her hair in braids
Sable brush and canvas remembered every stroke
The Red Manâs Wireless and The White Manâs Buffalo
Charles Marion Russell thatâs where he got his name
Like the painter of the West he was captured by the change
Still he hears his ancestors whisper in the wind
From the Porcupines to Grassy Lake
And the old Milk River Ridge
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