Cowboyup II
By Gunslinger
Sometimes we derive pleasure- From all our inner pain. That's all right for the moment, Then you have to live again. I used to work wild cattle- Fight wilder, rougher men... I've made a lot of enemies, And rarely found a friend... The way we always put it, was- "You've gotta cowboyup. If a man keeps on a'coming, He's mighty hard to whup." The same applies to love affairs, And to the romance game. When you get thrown, just lick your wounds And try it all again. So, baby, don't you worry- I know you have to go... This cowboy knows a bit about- These dog and pony shows. So play 'em like you see 'em- Let the chips fall where they may... Dust your britches, cowboyup- Is what I always say. Written January 23rd, 2002 © on Jan 23 2002 05:32 AM PST, John R. Yaws 0 • 10
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