That's My Boy

"Put a blanket 'neath that saddle! You'll rub that poor hoss raw!" Cain't get these young guys off the phone Beats all I ever saw. We had a brandin' yesterday An' he forgot his rope He was textin' in the saddle - I dang near gave up hope I cain't just fire him, he's my boy So what's a pa to do? Someday he'll own this spread I love An' have a kid or two I called him over for a talk Said, "Son, you know I pray. Last night I talked to ol' St Pete An' told him of our day. "I gave him your cell phone number So he would have a way To get in touch when your time's up An' take you as he may. "I told him you'd ride off a cliff, Or get gored by a bull - Maybe drown in a roaring flood When the river's full. "St. Pete knows that the world ain't real To a boy on that phone An' when the boy sees what he's missed The good times are all gone." Today he put the blanket on An' brought his rope and spurs Stayed in the saddle 'til sundown An' fought the cockle burrs. He looks more like the man he is Than a kid with a toy He just hung up and went to work An' friend, that's my boy!