Rolling Your Own

The trails of yesterday Were rugged and extremely long Those folks had to be brave Resilient and strong The saddle bag sufficient For just a short time They’d better have a plan Perhaps a town they’d find Of course wagon trains Took families to the west Many tough roads to cover But they had a definite quest But they made it for the most part Established newfound land Their names on a piece of paper Their liberation was so grand They didn’t have the markets To buy whatever they’d need But there were, of course, places To buy food and a bag of seeds They rolled their own cigarettes So different from nowadays Hard times for certain Back in the olden days!