Decked out in festive attire
In the old west kind’a style
We joined all the festivities
With the cowboys for awhile
Their rugged faces so handsome
It sure made me believe
Because the way these guys looked
It was what they wanted to achieve
Everything looked like it used to
Wagons right off the trail
The method they’d have to travel
And the way they’d deliver the mail
It all makes you feel as though
You’d just stopped for the night
Pungent smoke of the campfire
Oh what a wonderful sight
Yes, and on that hot campfire
Vittles were cookin’ up
Along with coffee brewing
Grab a plate and a coffee cup
So if you ever get the chance, folks
It’s an event with lots of ‘show’
Put on your western clothes
And join the Chisholm Festival!
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