There's a trail that leads out 'cross the valley through the prairie-dust, velvety gray
'Cross the canyons and rivers and washes it's a trail that grows dimmer each day
You can't make it without an old-timer
~ to take you and make you his guest
For that trail is the long trail of mem'ry
~ that leads to the heart of the West.
Author Unknown
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