South Dakota

It was the 23rd of May and I heard the sergeant say "Fuck it, round up the usual suspects and call it a day We've got no time to mess around And I'm not dying in this shit hole town for a soldier's pay" It was too good to be true, but my discharge came through And I was on the first bird out that I could find Rode that C-17 into Stuttgart Fall roundup on my mind When my brothers picked me up We got way deep in our cups We must've tore old Rapid city down My big brother Jack said "Boy it's good to see you back What you gonna do now,what you gonna do now?" Because there ain't much between the Pole and South Dakota And barbed wire won't stop the wind You won't get nothing here but broke and older If I was you I might re-up again Well, we had good rain this year Dad fed in some charolais steers Got them way cheap out of Texas Because of the drought We put them out on oats They hadn't yet grown their winter coats away down south It was barely even fall But that blizzard got them all Left them sprawled across the pasture Stiff as boards You take a sharp knife in your hand Skin them out while you still can And curse the Lord Curse the Lord Because there ain't much between the Pole and South Dakota And barbed wire won't stop the wind You won't get nothing here but broke and older If I was you I might re-up again These old hides are not worth much So we'll pitch them off the truck Pile them up by the horse trough in the lot Because they sell by the pound They weigh like lead if you wet them down And they're all we got With a gas lease or two we might've just made do But there's nothing under this ground worth a dime Now the sheriff's on his way and it's damn sure not our day It's just our time Because there ain't much between the Pole and South Dakota And barbed wire won't stop the wind You won't get nothing here but broke and older If I was you I might re-up again