.Tuck was a cowboy I knew years ago,
Could put a stretch in a story like a forty foot row
Young an' wide-eyed, I believed every word,
As he rambled through the canyons an' stampeded herds
Swore there were still Comanches in them breaks to the south
He'd seen good hands ride in the.
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