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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It was bucking bulls and cowboy busting broncos And the challenge that accompanied each ride That consumed the heart and mind of my young cowboy And this fact my Buddy never tried to hide. I recall the time we met in Kelly’s diner He was busted up and feeling rather sore But the cheque that paid the tab that I presented Seemed to him to somehow even up the score. He had eaten there that week and got acquainted, And I somehow got to know this cowboy’s mind while the flowers that he gave me on that Friday Surely showed beside his toughness, he was kind. We were married in the summer six months later, On a Friday I recall so very well, Because Fridays he would always buy me flowers And then go and ride those bulls and broncs from hell. Buddy always bought me flowers on a Friday As he knew I feared the rides that lay ahead But my man his heart and soul was in his riding And I loved this cowboy that I planned to wed. Yes he always bought me flowers on a Friday And I loved this cowboy that I planned to wed. All our friends had shared that special evening with us And we raged and partied well into the night, Then we slipped away to share the morning hours, Til the dawn rose and revealed its splendid light. We both showered and had breakfast at the roadhouse Laughed and shared the joy that comes with wedded bliss, But I sensed a certain tiredness in my Buddy And I prayed he’d give the ride that day a miss. Buddy drew the brindle bombshell riders hated And that beast exploded when it left the chute, Twisting left then right and suddenly it stumbled And my Buddy he was crushed by that great brute. When it came to say goodbye to my sweet lover There was one thing that I vowed I’d always do I would always bring him flowers on a Friday And I’d tell his child about his father too. . “Bud I’ll always bring you flowers on a Friday” That’s the one thing that I vow I’ll always do. Cause you always brought me flowers on a Friday And your child will always bring you flowers too. Yes I’ll always bring you flowers on a Friday And your child will always bring you flowers too.
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