When The Work's All Done

We've closed the gate The mules are done hauling frieght, The hands have penned all the cattle... While the train's running just a little late. We watch for the setting sun Knowing the work's all done, It's peacful tonite... No one's on the run. When that grand ole train shows up We'll burn all the old junk, Have a great big shing-ding... Really prime the pump! Food will never run low Drinks freely shall ever flow, The business ends finished... Time to see the real show. Put those old dirty saddles far away 'Cause we've been working so hard, for so many days, Time's come to rest and enjoy... All the beautiful words the poets have to say. So, gather around the ol' campfire Listen to those grand stories that inspire, Receive all the fruits of our labor... We've finally come to acquire.