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When The Work's All Done

We've closed the gate
The mules are done hauling frieght,
The hands have penned all the cattle...
While the train's been running just a bit late.
We watch for the setting sun
Knowing the work's all done,
It's peacful tonite...
No one's on the run.
When that grand ole train shows up
We'll burn the old stump,
Have a great big shing-ding...
Really prime the pump!
Food will never run low
Drinks freely shall ever flow,
The business ends finished...
Time to see the real show.
Put those old dirty saddles far away
'Cause we've been working so hard, for so many days,
Time's come to rest and enjoy...
All the beautiful words the poets have to say.
So, gather around the ol' campfire
Listen to those grand stories that inspire,
Receive all the fruits of our labor...
We've finally come to acquire.

poem by Smoky Hoss
Added by Poetry Lover
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