If I Could I Would
By Gunslinger
I loaded up my saddle- And went to get my check... I'd barely made my entries back, My pickup was a wreck. My Wrangler jeans were threadbare- My boots both needed soles- I had some pasteboard stuffed inside, To cover up the holes. But as I headed out of town- I felt that life was fine... Living life just as I pleased... No mouth to feed but mine. A bedroll in the pickup bed- A riggin' sack and clothes. And not a thing I wanted, friend Except to rodeo! But that was twenty years ago- And all of that is changed... My riggin' sack's a briefcase now, The city is my range. I haven't rode a horse in years... And don't know is I could... If I could do it all again... I guarantee, I would! Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 12:48 PM PST, John R. Yaws 0 • 10
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