They sat around the camp fire when their longest day was done.
They'd spent  the day  huntin strays up by Dawson's run.

They cooked em up some beans and brats and opened up a bottle.
They talked of horses, trucks and women and what they do should they win the loto.

They reminisced about roundups they had been on and pickup trucks they'd owned.
About the toughest horses They had ever rode and all the dogs they'd knowed.

They told lies about big fish they'd swore they'd caught.
And talked...