Jack OC and The Alien - John Fraser

Early day rangers were a tough and hardy lot
Little John Fraser, he came here as a Scot
And he rode that railroad, take it on out west
Just a hope and a prayer for the best
That Bluestem cuttin' engine offered no farewells
Two years over twenty, feeble pockets and poor health
With a plow in the ground and the oxen on the hitch
He found this life of livin' awfully fit
Where the snakes and the fleas, they carry their disease and they're happy to make you ill
Where the Comanche eyes intercept the red skies, creeping up over the hill
If your warm-hearted body is still beating in the soddie and the plains haven't made the kill
Then that cold-blooded winter surely will
Eliza my dear, for you the only one
The sun sets and rises, I awake these seven months
Inform my father, tell m'ladies what I wrote
Come warned, come armed, come home
Where the snakes and the fleas, they carry their disease and they're happy to make you ill
Where the Comanche eyes intercept the red skies, creeping up over the hill
If your warm-hearted body is still beating in the soddie and the plains haven't made the kill
Then that cold-blooded winter surely will
Little John Fraser was a tough and hardy lot
Hundred-sixty acres and a house made out of sod
With the grit in his teeth and the blood that he shed
Imagine the grief of the place he fled
Where the snakes and the fleas, they carry their disease and they're happy to make you ill
Where the Comanche eyes intercept the red skies, creeping up over the hill
If your warm-hearted body is still beating in the soddie and the plains haven't made the kill
Then that cold-blooded winter surely will

Written by:
John Otting-Crandall

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