“FIELD TRIAL”,
The Song….Sung to the tune of Rawhide,
No Apologies to Rowdy Yates, as “Field Trial” just had to be a Cowboy Song. Place emphasis on bolded text.
Photographs of Tri-Valley 10/11/09 Foggy Sunrise by dlb
Rollin, Rollin, Rollin
So Field Trials keep improvin
Keep them doggies movin…..FIELD TRIAL!
Don’t try to understand em
Just run, point and win em
Soon we’ll be livin high & wide
Brains go calculatin, my true fame
Will be waitin, be waitin at the end of the ride.
Let em go, Move em on,
Point em out, kick em up,
Move em on, fetch em up…..FIELD TRIAL!
Whoa em now, turn em loose
Ride em in, kick em up,
Point em out, ride em in…..FIELD TRIAL!’’
(2nd verse) Rollin, Rollin, Rollin
Though the streams are swollen
Keep them doggies movin….FIELD TRIAL
Rain and wind and weather
Hell bent for leather
Wishin my gal was by my side
All the things I’m missin
Good vittles, love and kissin,
Are waiting at the end of the ride.
Let em go, Move em on,
Point em out, kick em up,
Move em on, fetch em up….FIELD TRIAL!
Whoa em in, kick em up,
Point em out, ride em in….FIELD TRIAL!
