National Cowboy Poetry Gathering – Ned LeDoux and “Some People Do”


A long stretch of highway reaches out across the plains Open fields of Sagebrush scattered wild along the range It’s not the place to breakdown Just keep driving through But why would you live here? Some people do White knuckle wind blows strong ain’t nothing to slow it down I watched tumbleweed race along this dry and barren ground There’s no sign of water and they could use an inch or two To go weeks without it Some people do In the middle of nowhere nothing much to see Somebody’s everything Somebody might be me Total isolation, from a world
just passing through Surviving in the middle of nowhere Some people do You know the winter is cold as hell Snow blowing all around Life comes to a standstill
on this godforsaken ground And all roads were snowed in,
good luck on getting out But to the ones who live here,
it ain’t nothing to worry about In the middle of nowhere nothing much to see It’s somebody’s everything Somebody might be me Total isolation, from a world
just passing through Surviving in the middle of nowhere Some people do In the summer this is paradise It’d have it no other way Family roots run deep in the ground and it’s where they’re gonna stay When there’s peace and solitude worries out here are few Living in the middle of nowhere Well some people do (Music) A big prairie moon comes up a distant coyote howls Echoes a song from another time serenity sets in now As I pull off to the side take a deep breath in Well it sure feels good to be back home In the middle of nowhere again In the middle of nowhere nothing much to see It’s somebody’s everything Somebody might be me Total isolation, from a world
just passing through Surviving in the middle of nowhere Some people do Surviving in the middle of nowhere Some people do (Music ends) (Applause) Thank you.

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