A Good Saddle and Trusty Steed

An ol’ cowboy long ago said: In this life are few things you need— Just a gun, a knife, warm blanket, A good saddle and trusty steed. Oh, you might want a few dollars, Some Arbuckle joe and a pot— But there’s the vast starry ol’ sky— You’ll not fret ‘bout what you ain’t got. Your night music is coyotes And the rustle of things that creep— Hard leather will be your pillow As the wind and night bless your sleep. An ol’ cowboy long ago said: In this life are few things you need— Just a gun, a knife, warm blanket, A good saddle and trusty steed.