Cameron's Homework (From 9:45p last night) =o)

Pack the wagon and jump on in,
Hit the trail out West,
He’ll miss the farm that he grew up on,
But he’s hoping for the best.
Dreams of livestock fill his head,
And cultivating land,
He leaves behind the things he loves,
A life built by his hand.

(Chorus)

Lush green fields,
Streams of gold,
They’re calling them out West,
Illnesses , life on the trail,
And hardly any rest.
Heading out to find their land,
And build their brand new home,
With fields of grass and streams of gold,
For them to call their own.

Their looking to a promise land,
No longer are they slaves,
They’ve finally got the chance they want,
Not serving men like knaves.
A chance to own a piece of land,
“Exodusters” they say,
There’s opportunity to live their life,
And make their independent way.

(Chorus)

Lush green fields,
Streams of gold,
They’re calling them out West,
Illnesses , life on the trail,
And hardly any rest.
Heading out to find their land,
And build their brand new home,
With fields of grass and streams of gold,
For them to call their own.

Gold and silver by the lode,
Searching rocks for veins,
The entire country heads out West,
Made easier by trains.
Desert their jobs to come to mine,
And hope for the “Big Strike”
A life of riches beyond belief,
What is not to like?

(Chorus)

Lush green fields,
Streams of gold,
They’re calling them out West,
Illnesses , life on the trail,
And hardly any rest.
Heading out to find their land,
And build their brand new home,
With fields of grass and streams of gold,
For them to call their own.

The “Iron Horse” scared the buffalo,
And now their land is taken away,
A way of life they’ve lived for years,
Is dying now today.
The Army comes to subdue the tribes,
After “Custer’s Last Stand”,
Some changed the way they looked at things,
And started farming from the land.

(Chorus)

Lush green fields,
Streams of gold,
They’re calling them out West,
Illnesses , life on the trail,
And hardly any rest.
Heading out to find their land,
And build their brand new home,
With fields of grass and streams of gold,
For them to call their own.