My name is Bob Fudge…
My name is Bob Fudge, I was borne in Texas
Lampases county back buring the war
Smallpox and comanches took most of my family
Left my poor mother and brothers and me
So I headed north for ta' ride for the blockers
They were contractin' herds, for the Montana Range
In the spring of the year '82 we left ol' Lampases
With 2,000 steers for the Little Big Horn.
Crossing our trails, were many great rivers
All ta' be crossed, not a bridge could we find
In the cold roilin' waters in the wild punchin' cattle
There was many a young man took leave of his life.
Well we crossed at Doan's Store Into the Indian nation
Saw the blood on the rocks Where those cowboys had died
Then it's on Fort Dodge On the Arkansas River
Where gamblers and the whores All welcomed us there
The great snow cap peaks where on our left side now
For many a mile in a great silent land
Ah' when I first saw Montana I knew I would love her
I'd ride her great ranges for the rest of my days
Well she's all cut an' dry now, the trails are all gone
I been ta' Yellowstone Park, in an automobile
But I can still see um' swimmin'
Boys I can still hear um' runnin'
Yes I came off a the trail, when cowboys was king
My name is Bob Fudge, I died in Montana…
Lampases county back buring the war
Smallpox and comanches took most of my family
Left my poor mother and brothers and me
So I headed north for ta' ride for the blockers
They were contractin' herds, for the Montana Range
In the spring of the year '82 we left ol' Lampases
With 2,000 steers for the Little Big Horn.
Crossing our trails, were many great rivers
All ta' be crossed, not a bridge could we find
In the cold roilin' waters in the wild punchin' cattle
There was many a young man took leave of his life.
Well we crossed at Doan's Store Into the Indian nation
Saw the blood on the rocks Where those cowboys had died
Then it's on Fort Dodge On the Arkansas River
Where gamblers and the whores All welcomed us there
The great snow cap peaks where on our left side now
For many a mile in a great silent land
Ah' when I first saw Montana I knew I would love her
I'd ride her great ranges for the rest of my days
Well she's all cut an' dry now, the trails are all gone
I been ta' Yellowstone Park, in an automobile
But I can still see um' swimmin'
Boys I can still hear um' runnin'
Yes I came off a the trail, when cowboys was king
My name is Bob Fudge, I died in Montana…
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