Ballad Of Will Rogers - Chris Ledoux

He was born and raised in Oklahoma his blood lines were white and Cherokee

His daddy owned a ranch outside of Clairmore

Where he learned to ride before the age of three

Now young Will Rogers was a cowboy

And he practiced with his rope most everyday

He’d ride around the barn or cross the prarie

And threw a rope around any thug that came his way

Yes Will Rogers was a country boy one of Oklahoma’s favorite sons

The nation clamied him as their pride and joy

But his roots were deep in Oklahoma sod

Before too long he had his fill of schooling

At eighteen years he got the urge to roam

A whole great big world wass out there waiting

So he saddled up and lit out on his own

Well he wrangled some ranches down in Texas

And he punched some cows out in New Mexico

Then he nearly starved to death in Argentina

In Africa he joined a wild west show

Yes Will Rogers…

From the early days of Vaudeville to the big time

Folks that knew him said that he’d never change

He was still the simple Oaklahoma cowboy

No matter what he always stayed the same

I suppose most of all he loved the people

Said, he never met a man he didn’t like

When times were hard and folks were feeling sorry

A word from Will would always bring a smile

Yes Will Rogers…