"The Face of Hunger"
O'le Fred sat feed'n sticks into the fire
Watch'n them ignite with a burst of flame
He just stared'd into the glow'n coals
As he softly whisper'd some o'le friends names!
He'd picket'd out o'le Shorty his horse
And polished off his meager beans and jerky meal
He was about forty miles from the o'le bunk house
But ride'n the fence line's part of the deal!
O'le Fred had "The Face Of Hunger"
His chisel'd face looked mighty hard
He "Hunger'd" for the friendly voices
And play'n poker with his bunkhouse Pards!
He "Hunger'd" for the gentle touch
Of his wife who'd passed away
He "Hunger'd" for those better times
When things had gone his way!
He listen'd to a single "Coyote" howl
It's lonesome wail into the wind
That "Face Of Hunger" took on a smile
As he heard "It's Answer'n Friend"!
"MOREWOOD" (Dan Rice)
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