He was singing his favorite cowboy song. "His" song he calls "ghostly rider" though that is not the true name of the song, It Is a Red Steagall song.
He'll start off singing real quiet "on a wagon last October was a kid of seventeen"
then the new species searches the terrain to make sure no one is watching and he'll go into full blown song and Dance
"a city kid from Dallas wet behind the ears and green" He'll look around again
"he stepped out of the pages of a western catalog"
"not the kind you'd pick to ride the rivers and the bogs"
"The boss had put the kid and me together for the drive"
"We took the outside circle I was mad and full of fight"
This new strange species I will call "Dancing Cowboy Dustin" is still thinking no one is watching. As I secretly watch I feel like a hunter stocking his prey, can I get close enough to get a good shot, I like to watch the fight dance of my prey. I sneak closer as the species continues to show us it's true glory. I have my camo and my sent away on. I finally get a good shot, capturing the new species of "dancing cowboy Dustin".
Then I get this face and the song and dance ended. I guess my hunt was only somewhat successful. I was only able to capture a picture of the elusive "Dancing cowboy Dustin". I planned to capture the species, cage it and parade the new find around the world, but no such luck, THIS TIME.