Horse Eyes

Through all the years of ranchin’; The hardships, bumps and lies— There’s some things you don’t like And lots of things you plum despise. But of the things that irk you, Like landin’ in cow pies— The thing you hate the most Is when your horse rolls back her eyes! You knowed that you done pissed her— You best done step aside Or that hoss will kick you And tramp all over your poor hide! ‘Spose that hoss is like your gal; They both can make ya cries— By kickin’ hearts and butts When they roll back them big ol’ eyes!