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Charlie was a bronc rider, he hailed from Pictured Butte
Made his payroll and his bedroll behind the bucking chute
Grew up with the southwest wind blowing every day
He's been leaning to the west so long, he's never stood up straight
He gets to feeling restless every year about this time
He watches the falcon circle in the sky
His Diamond City sweetheart keeps him holding on
His wire stretches tight and she knows he's almost gone
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 pickup truck
And he never makes any money, but he doesn't give a damn
He just likes his hand in the rigging and the rigging in his hand
She never heard a single word all summer he was gone
He got off the bus at Fort McCloud with a cast on his arm
Great-grandpa rode the Redcoat Trail and the whoop-up-whiskey trade
Nawha's been here all along, she wore her hair in braids
Sable brush and canvas remembered every stroke
The red man's wireless and the white man's buffalo
Charles Marion Russell, that's 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 the grassy lake and the old Milk River ridge
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 pickup truck
And he never makes any money, but he doesn't give a damn
He just likes his hand in the rigging and the rigging in his hand
She never heard a single word all summer he was gone
He got off the bus at Fort McCloud with a cast on his arm
We never heard a single word all summer he was gone
He got off the bus at Fort McCloud with a cast on his arm