He journeyed home now after the end of that war His uniformed tattered, his heart bleeding and sore All that sustained him, was his thoughts of Kate It's all that kept him from entering into hell's gate A seasoned man returning no longer a boy, ready to put away his guns Ready to settle down get the ranch going raise some sons Coal black hair, he a wore a little too long, Graying beard, for a time he'd been feeling wrong Was wide in the shoulders, lean in the waist Kate's sweet lips he longed to again finally taste He carried big bore wheel gun Rifle in his scabbard, he hoped to give it to a son Setting tall in the saddle, he rode a gray stud One of many he had ridden, through the mud and the crud
