The Cowboy Life
By Gunslinger
I sit here on my lumpy cot- And take a look around. The bunkhouse sure gets lonely, When the boys all go to town. They'll take their hard-earned money- And throw it all away- I guess I must have done the same, Back in my younger days. But now it all seems different- The lights don't seem so bright. I'd rather sit out on the steps, And watch the stars at night... I'll ride my gentle ponies- And let the kids get throwed, This cowboy life I'm living- Is all I've ever knowed. I like to smell the coffee- On the stove with breaking day, And eat the beans and biscuits- In the old chuck-wagon way... No time for play or parties- Nor kids, nor home, nor wife... I find I am contented, Just to live the cowboy life. Written December 27th, 2001 © on Dec 26 2001 05:25 PM PST, John R. Yaws 0 • 10
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