Cowboy
It's the flying dust and the deep thick mud
the roar of the cattle thud.
It's the long days and short nights
And the terror of the unknown fights
It's getting up at the crack of dawn
And on your way without even a yawn
It's forging the raging rivers
That give him the shivers
It's chaps, spurs and boots
And the cock and fire shoots
It's the saddles and horses
And the long hard courses
It's all of this mixed into one
With the exception of one more gun
It's the life and joy
It's the cowboy
Copyright © Tuti Wales | Year Posted 2006
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