One Old Cowpoke Went Riding

One old cowpoke went ridin’ down the trail of dusty days, Waitin’ on the all the test results, blood work and the X-rays. They say his horse threw him, but the truth’s his knee gave out, And all he could do was lay there, and yell and cuss and shout. So he wound up in that clinic – couldn’t stand it longer— He said if they didn’t kill him, it would make him stronger. But it just got him to thinkin’ of things that were profound— The way life used to be before all the country turned to town. He’s now in his nineties and call still recall the Old West— When men were men and all them things just worked out for the best. But times they changed and kids moved on and didn’t like ranch work— But he held on, lived the dream and from chores never did shirk. Now the ranch is gone and he rode on, but did not give up— As kids and life went their own way and they had their own pups. And now even his grand kids have kids of their very own, Yet as he lays in that bed, this life has left him alone. In the hall a young boy stands, decked in cowboy hat and boots— Waitin’ to see his great granddad and share family roots. Doors open to his great grandson who greets him as he lays— One young cowpoke comes ridin’ down his trail of reborn days.