Christmas In a Cow Camp

He was a crusty old cowboy, that was all he knew His home, living in an old cow camp shack It was a cold December, with snow everywhere An old wood burning stove, his coffee to brew His saddle, bed roll, and hat on the hat rack Getting ready for another cold night out there They brought him his grub and supply Once a month, if they could get in Every morning he was up early to check the cattle Chopping ice for the cattle to drink or die Knowing the next morning, he would do it all over again Freezing cold and his teeth would rattle On Christmas Eve, he found a baby calf in the snow The mother had died, giving birth to the little one He carried him back on his saddle to the old cow damp Built a fire on the wood burning stove, outside it was ten below Knowing that is what a good shepherd would have done Getting the baby calf back on track Spring had sprung and in began to thaw The two grew to become quite a pair Everyday the calf was by his side, cowboy in the saddle Always fight together, like a outlaw to a gun The calf would follow him to God knows where The old cowboy would say, "Come on Christmas, let's go check the cattle"