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Verse 1
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We
were
branding Zaga's cattle
at Frost Canyon in the spring
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when neighboring with each other
was still such a normal thing
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that a fellow never realized
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that the use of this practical tool
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in twenty years would be an exception
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and not the common rule.
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The wives were all at the cabin visiting
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an d cooking a feast
that'd be served up on long
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tables with benches
when the sun had moved from the east.
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Everyone else was down at the trap
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in the dust and the wind and the sun,
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in unwashed Levi's
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and sweat -stained hats,
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teaching me work can be fun.
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From the west, a rider came,
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leading a packhorse
towards camp.
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Dad put his hand on my shoulder
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and said, son, there's a last saddle tramp.
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Well, to the mind of this 13 -year -old,
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that was romantic as hell.
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He rode up to the herd
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to visit with Fred,
and I learned his
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name was Thomas O'Dell.
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He asked Fred permission
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to camp a few days,
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rest his horses,
mend a sawbuck.
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He's told he's welcome.
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There's grain in the barn,
and well,
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we'd soon all be sent to Chuck.
Well, we had finished the branding
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and had washed at the creek
and was hunting some shade
and a drink
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when Tom yelled out loud, Fred,
your outhouse is locked.
And then just stood there
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and squinted and blinked.
Well, Fred pulled out a key,
threw it to Tom.
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He said, you know, vandals,
insurance and such.
They broke all the dishes.
They've shot out her phone.
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We just can't be here that much."
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But Tom wasn't about to let this thing drop.
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He kept standing there
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blinking his eyes.
I recognize now,
that's the cue that he gives,
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just be fore he philosophizes.
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He said, Fred, my granddaddy,
Lord rest his soul,
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took a homestead in what's
now Arkansas.
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And the first thing he done
was to dig a deep hole
and take some lumber
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he'd cut from the raw
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and built him a three -holer privy,
one that'd stand through the good
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times and bad.
And for thirty years, Fred,
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he never locked the door once.
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Then he turned the place
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over to Dad.
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Then through the Depression,
Dad raised us kids.
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There's times we
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didn't have a dime. time.
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But unlocked it stood there,
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through famine and flood,
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even through Green Apple time.
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Now my brother runs that outfitting house
for thirty years,
and that outhouse is still used regular,
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unlocked, I have little fear.
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About now, Fred says, Tom,
don't you see it's really not that big a deal,
it's just that these van
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dals from town'll
tear up anything that ain't handy to steal.
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But Tom just kept squintin' and blankin'
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and scratchin' his head neath his hat.
We were all on our toes to hear what he'd say next,
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and he's relishin' that.
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And he looked at the ground
he'd been towin',
said, Fred, I'd bet my good
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horseshoe and anvil
that in the seventy -five years
that that outhouse has stood there,
no one ever stole as much as one handful.
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