Curly Thompson, the Buckaroo
From Jordan Valley to Leslie Gulch,
He would ride the hills looking for cattle.
He had a lot of luck.
Over to Three Fingers then to the Comb,
When he finished there
he liked to head home.
I met Curly about ten years back,
sitting in the shade outside his shack.
We talked for hours
One thing he liked to do,
was talk of the time
he was a buckaroo.
The other day Curly said "Goodbye"
Got on his horse and rode beyond the sky.
Said he had a job to do
Show those boys how to buckaroo.
He was my friend