Both Ends of the Train I roomed with him in Rockville in 1925 He was a corporal, fought the Kiowa and Sioux Don't waste fond words or sad goodbye He said I saw the Buffalo, the herds would last for days They buried him at Rockville and his kind won't rise again |
Both Ends of the Train I roomed with him in Rockville in 1925 He was a corporal, fought the Kiowa and Sioux Don't waste fond words or sad goodbye He said I saw the Buffalo, the herds would last for days They buried him at Rockville and his kind won't rise again |