Jock Van Die Bosveld - Carike Keuzenkamp

There is a lonely wagon trail, but now it's overgrown Where the teams of toiling oxen used to heave and strain and moan But there are echoes of the wagons in the Bushveld to this day And the cracking whips as they made their trips to Delagoa Bay There was a transport- rider that used to ride this trail He had a pup with one ear up and a little stumpy tail A throwback from old Jess's litter that they used to call "the rat" With the heart of a lion and an eagle- eye and quick as a jungle cat With his one ear down and his one ear up and a little stumpy tail The ugliest of any pup, on any wagon trail I sing of Jock of the Bushveld, he's legend still today All the way from Lydenburg to Delagoa Bay Throughout the Bushveld Jock was known, his master's pride and joy He gained respect both far and wide from every Zulu boy The finest hunter in the land could never match his skill For he could track down any beast just at his master's will With his one ear down and his one ear up and a little stumpy tail The ugliest of any pup, on any wagon trail I sing of Jock of the Bushveld, he's legend still today All the way from Lydenburg to Delagoa Bay He died while watching over the stock he tried to save An accidental bullet sadly laid him in his grave 'Beneath a big tree in the Bushveld he lies at rest alone And sometimes you can hear him whimper when the night winds moan With his one ear down and his one ear up and his little stumpy tail The ugliest of any pup, on any wagon's trail I sing of Jock of the Bushveld, he's a legend still today All the way from Lydenburg to Delagoa Bay I sing of Jock of the Bushveld, he's a legend still today All the way from Lydenburg to Delagoa Bay

Sometimes I don't know where This dirty road is taking me Sometimes I don't even know the reason why But I guess I keep a-gamblin' Lots of booze and lots of ramblin' Well, it's easier than just waitin' around to die One time, friends, I had a ma I even had a pa Well, he beat her with a belt once cause she cried She told him to take care of me Headed down to Tennessee But it's easier to just wait around to die I came of age and I found a girl In a Tuscaloosa bar Ah, she cleaned me out and hit it on the sly I tried to kill the pain, I bought some wine And hopped a train Seemed easier than just waitin around to die A friend said he knew Where some easy money was We robbed a man, and brother did we fly The posse caught up with me And drug me back to Muskogee It's two long years I've been waitin' around to die Now I'm out of prison I got me a friend at last He don't drink or steal or cheat or lie His name's Codine He's the nicest thing I've seen Yeah, together we're gonna wait around and die Yeah, together we're gonna wait around and die