Ride Forever Paul Gross

I was born north of Great Slave, 1898 And I rode near all my life on a ranch near Devil’s Gate And I’ve seen this world about me bend and flip and change Hey, it feels like rain -- that’s a thunder cloud We’ll, I’ve been called a coward, but I’ve seen two World Wars And I lost my son, Virgil, my Korean reward And my Lucy died last summer -- you ask me if I cry? Hell, I’ll show you tears, they’re all over this ground They’re falling from these blue Alberta skies But I’m going to ride forever You c