Kerik Just

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As the Blackfoot flows on by

This tale begins in the valley within
   The Blackfoot River hills.
Where sagebrush grows and the Blackfoot flows
   And the cowboy plies his skills.
He tamed the land with calloused hands
   And a dream he'd not deny.
Working from morn 'til night in the hot sunlight
   As the Blackfoot flowed on by.

The dream had begun when he was young,
   My great grand dad in his prime.
He was a pioneer of a new frontier
   Back in eighteen sixty nine.
In the rocky soil he worked and toiled
   And brought water to supply
The arid earth to increase its worth.
   As the Blackfoot flowed on by.

He built a ranch on the upper branch
   Of the untamed Blackfoot River.
And made a home of brick and stone
   To survive the cold, harsh winters.
Made by his hands, the house still stands
   Beneath the Idaho sky.
Through winter snows and summer blows,
   As the Blackfoot flows on by.