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Point Your Wagon Tongue Red Steagall
GI hired on with col. Slaughter, driving Csteers to Abi Glene Green and wet behind the ears, a kid of seven Dteen Though GI was raised in Texas, I was Cnot a seasoned Ghand So I got the job of hoodilum, the Dcoosies right hand Gman
GOn the llano estecato, all you Csee is endless Gplains You dread the sound of thunder, theres no shelter from the Drain Now Gthe coosie did a strange thing, when the Cevening meal was G done He'd wait until the stars come out, then Dmove the wagon Gtongue
GHe said there ain't no landmarks on these Cwide and rollin Gplains There ain't no trees or mountains, so each day it looks the Dsame But you'll Gnever lose direction and you'll Cknow just where you are If you'll Galways point the wagon tongue, Dtoward that ol' north G star
GOut along the Cimarron, one Ccold and stormy Gnight I watched the cattle stampede, through the lightnings eerie Dlight Took Gseveral days to round em up, Cget em settled Gdown And we followed in the wagon, through the Dsoft and muddy Gground
GAs we pushed the herd across the plains, Cwe had no way to Gknow That we had drifted way of course, towards New DMexico But the Gnight the stars came out, Chis theory stood the Gtest Abilene's up north of us, but Dwe were headed Gwest
GHe said there ain't no landmarks on these Cwide and rollin Gplains There aint no trees or mountains, so each day it looks the Dsame But you'll Gnever lose direction and you'll Cknow just where you are If you'll Galways point the wagon tongue Dtoward that ol' north G star
GMy life has been a full one, my Chair is turnin Ggray And I've seen a lot of sunshine, but I've seen some cloudy Ddays For a Gwhile I wondered aimlessly and CI still wear the Gscars Of when I didn't point my wagon tongue, Dtoward that ol' north Gstar
GCause life is like a grassy sea, Cthe trail ain't always Gplain One may lead to pleasure and another lead to Dpain But you'll Gnever lose direction and you'll Cknow just where you are If you'll Galways point your wagon tongue, Dtoward that ol' north G star
Yes you'll never lose direction and you'll Cknow just where you are If you'll Galways point your wagon tongue, Dtoward that ol' north G star