Let us start where we begin

On the North Fork of the Gunnison

Daddy worked the mines to keep us fed

Till he ran off with a woman named Red

Mama kept us from the cold

She worked us hard and kept us whole

Four girls she had but number five

A baby boy as cute as humble pie

I've seen the world and lost good friends

Heard angels as they made amends

I've had my share and taste of sin

But I'll never forget the sound of the Gunnison

Daddy died or so we're told

Mama pulled her weight in gold

Five kids she had she raised alone

But the boy it seemed was cursed with a rambler's bone

Let us end where we begin

On the North Fork of the Gunnison

I've had my share and taste of sin

But I'll never forget the sound of the Gunnison

There's a musical version of this poem in the External Link below

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