the wagons are packed
the horses fed and rested
we've loaded the weapons
in case of attack by
indians or banditos, or
your basic villain along
the way. we're trying
to get to missouri, maybe
further if the weather's
good, the food holds
and the horses are still
alive, not to mention us.
we'll sing and camp beneath
the stars, circling the
wagons, we'll pray and
read from scripture, we'll
keep the faith and follow
the map.