Unhappy Trails to You

Toby, Lips and Poppy;
    Sometimes the kid went too,
We'd  hit the dusty trail,
    In search of Xanadu.
Some days we'd travel miles
    Finding  friends, new land and more
All under the shadows
    Of the long Vietnam War.
Suddenly scarce wire,
    Doubled the price of hay.
And all the trail riders,
    Had to give their horse away.
Mine went to a broker,
    They were promised to a stable
But ended up as dog food
    Or the glue in someone's table.
Surviving this betrayal
    Of such a loyal friend,
Stays with one forever
    And the horror will never end.
I passed them on the highway
    Saw them turn their heads in fright
They heard my truck and knew me
    As I drove on, out of sight. 
I coped with moral issues
    The debate went round and round,
Bottom line is, life don't count
    It's dollars by the pound.
I wish we were still singing
    Roy's  Happy trails to you
But it's goodbye to the good life
    Farewell, goodbye, adieu.