Just Outside of Pecos

JUST OUTSIDE OF PECOS Down on my luck again--it's nuthin' new. Just outside of Pecos, with a dream that's overdue. But I got my entry fee, here in my boots, and I don't intend to lose. All broken up again, it's nuthin' new. Just outside of Pecos, with a busted rib, or two. But I got my entry fee, here in my boots, and I don't intend to lose. There's a bronc, I know, waitin' here in Pecos, wantin' to throw, every cowboy in Pecos, I been throwed a time, or two. It's the rodeo, takin' me to Pecos, but you never know, this might be my last Pecos, since I met you. Wonder if that bronc ever could be rode? Just outside of Pecos, and my feet are gettin' cold. But I got my entry fee, here in my boots, and I don't intend to lose. I'll ride that bronc, I know, I'll ride that bronc, I know. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet