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Full Bloom

Full Bloom

A Rose in full bloom,
such a beautiful sight to see.
In mornin' first dewy light,
lettin' it's pedals free.

Something to admire,
Only from a distance. 
On the back of a good horse,
across a fence.

My life has been romanced,
and turned to some fantasy.
But the cowboy life is mine,
the dreams of it are for those in the city.

For bronc's can be flat mean,
and the dusty breeze is hot.
and if an ol' ladino gets a holt of ya,
you appreciate what you got.

But a mountain mornin'
can make a heart turn glad.
and get ya to thinkin'
of all you had.

With so much and so little,
beauty is ones life.
A cowboy has to stop and gaze,
just for a moment and a half.

So this ol' tumbleweed gets movin'
when the wind blows.
Takin' me away from,
from the garden of Rose.

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Best Ever Saw

Best Ever Saw



I’m gonna tell you a story,
Of the saltiest preacher I know.
The kinda man to charge hell, 
With a hand full of snow.


Now I was stompin out broncs.
For the ranch W M,
Tunin’ up for the rodeo 
That I planed to win.

When this tall talkin’ preacher,
Tells me about all my sin,
And tellin’ me about salvation,
That only with the lord could I win.

So I tells him God never been,
On no killer broncs as these.
Only his counter part,
Can tame the likes of these.

But that ol’ preacher was a believer,
And said God can move mountains,
And only through his word,
Can you find out his plans.

I say’s true nuff,
I believe it’s a fact.
But I get you wouldn’t be so sanctomonios
If you got on catamouts back.

Well now that ol’ preacher
Up and calls my bluff
And toe’s into the sturrip
And settled down with a huff

Now Catamount likes what he does, 
And does it right well.
And I knew this here preacher
Was going to get a real taste of hell


Ol’ Cat knew every trick
Writ in the book
And I’d lay wages to say he’s
The auther if you cared to look

Cat he start out easy to the left
And finishes out to the right
But that preacher sat that saddle 
Jest holdin’ on tight

Then that mean ol’ bronc
Starts curly-wolfin’ it though the field
And I think that preacher 
Knew ol’ Cat would never yield.

Next cat starts a sunfishin’
‘cuz he had new shoes he wanted to show
Oh. By the way they’re Nike’s 
‘case you wanted to know.

But then that preacher was about 
To give up and fall
The Wallmart attendant came out
And unplugged the pony from the wall

That goes to show you 
The Lord works in strange ways
For I see that preacher ever’ week
‘Cuz I goes to church on Sundays.

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Morning Bell

Morning Bell
 
To my best friend,
whom I know so well,
and is do dear to me, 
no word can tell.
 
But this I write,
trying to find a way,
to say these feelin's
in my cowboy way.
 
you say I been there for you 
like a good ol' hoss.
Goin' through hell and high water
payin' no mind to the cost.
 
To you I was once lost
like a lonely ol' stray.
But like a good ol' dog
I've come back to stay.
 
When you are down
and the world turned you blue.
I feel it on my heart,
as a friend is s'posed to do.
 
I have cried with you,
even though tears rarely fall.
For it’s my job to stand proud
and be there strong, brave and tall.
 
When you laugh and smile
your eyes dance like sun on the sea.
I know in my heart,
there is no other place I wanna be.
 
When trouble surrounds you,
and you can't get away.
Just like cowboys of old
I ride up and save the day.
 
But when n the worlds on my shoulders
and I'm all busted up.
You reach over and touch my heart
and my spirit picks up.
 
Without you sayin' I can see
that you have been through a tough ride or two,
I know what it's like.
'Cause I have been on some rank ones too.
 
For you have a quality,
so fine, so rare
and its loveliness,
nothing can compare.
 
As we walk through life,
and as we get older.
We walk together victorious 
as a battle weary solder.
 
You say I am someone,
you could never replace.
But, with out you another dawn,
I could not face.
 
What you mean to me,
no word could ever tell.
But your friendship to me,
is like a crisp morning bell.
 
I could write for a hundred years,
and never reach the end.
Tryin' to describe you.
for you are truly my best friend.

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Lonesome

Lonesome


Tonight beside the trail
My fire sputters from a cold wind
That sweeps down off the high peaks
Making the Aspen leaves rustle again

I lay back staring into the blackness
Of a cloud covered night
But out in the wilderness 
All is far from being right

I hear things moving
Out beyond my fire’s light
Of neither man nor animal
As I begin to fall prey to fright

For although my mind has 
Fallen victim to fear
My heart has not
As the unearthly sounds near

My God! What is near?
Are the demons or devils 
Coming to collect my soul
To drag it to hells bottom level?

At last! I see them
Singing their lonesome songs
Dancing their forgotten dances
Their faces sad and long

Behold! They are not evil
They are not here for harm
For they are the Old Gods
From before time had arms

So I build my fire higher
To give them the sacrificial light
To pay them my homage 
To the Gods of past lives

I fear not the Lonesome Gods
How powerless they must feel
With their priest and traditions lost
And no one to protect and heal

So I pay tribute to them
By allowing them to dance at my fire
And listen to their songs
The Lonesome Gods are always welcome at my fire.

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Night Sky

Night sky

I stare at the night stars
and I start a conversation
with the good Lord of ours
about his great creation

Of life I asked him
I said ''With all the beauty
why must we go through all the strife
of this little ol' world.''

''If there is a better way
for a cowboy in the is world
why all this heat
and wind so bitter and cold?''

''If you would answer me
show me where to go
please show me
please let me know.''

He didn't show me
that night
Nor the way I asked did
he show me the light.

But when day broke 
over the Great Divide
I finally saw things
from his side.

He gave us this place 
to grow and prosper and strive
and there is no struggle in life
with him on our side

So I'm gonna be a cowboy
in this lonesome land
and live my life
fallowing God's great plan.

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Cowboy Kindness

Cowboy Kindness


Cowboys are known 'bout their kindness to strangers,
even against outlaws and rustlers.
To a cowboy it matters not the dangers, 
and on this night, 
it was none the differ.

I was ridin' grave yard,
one night long ago.
A winter storm was blowin'
snow fallin' and the wind cold.

When I came apon a feller stuck in the snow,
his team tangled and all astray.
So I pulled up to help, wouldn't ya know,
So this man could be on his way.

He was tall and broad with eyes,
that looked so kind.
even though there was much work for me,
I didn't mind.

So we got his rig fixed and team hitched,
he gave me a small gift,
wrapped in paper of gold.

I handed it back to him,
sayin' "There's no cause,
it belongs to some boy or girl,
so be on yer way Mr Clause."

"For the sun will soon be up,
and you have to leave bacause,
there is bound to be milk and cookies,
so go for there is only time for a short pause."

When my shift was done,
I went to get some some chuck.
A simple Christmass breakfast,
wouldn't ya know the luck.

Ol' cook with his laddle pointed,
to the corner with the tree.
Under it was a brand new saddle..
From Santa, To. Me

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Two of Eight

Two of Eight

My back’s against the wall
Cold granite above me
Mountain stream to the right 
On the left a big ol’ spruce tree

Almost three hours back
I was holed by a shot
Given to me from a Ute rifle
And they want me a lot

My hoss caught one too
He got me to this place 
High among the peaks
His final breath to win the race

Once I cussed him
As not worth his feed
But when the chips where down
He proved a most noble steed

I am alone here now
My own personal Alamo
I know here I will die
Only a short time to go

It could be worse though
I have no wife to cry
No young-uns to carry on
No family to notify

All I can do now is 
Make them Ute’s earn it
If I have no family to mourn
Let the Ute’s sing of it

I hold no hate for them 
For this is their way of life
So I must not show cowardess
When they end my life

For if I must die
As I know I will
I will meet my maker
With my scalp belt full

I have not gone down to death 
With out counting my own score
Three of eight dead now
And I plan to take more

My Winchester is empty
That is now matter now
This wont be fought at range
They come for my scalp now

I draw my colts from their holsters
Let them come then!
To bring an end to me!
To bring me home again!

They come for me now
I can hear them now
Just over the ridge
And I know just how

My colts are ready in my hands
I will go as a wolf should 
Fighting with my last breath
As only a warrior could

Two of eight now stand looking
At the man who fought bravely
Three of bullet one of arrow have fallen
As two look on gravely

They will not take 
This white man’s scalp
Or the brave man’s weapons
It would be no help 

Tonight in the Ute lodges
There lifts a warriors song
A man wounded and dying
But still fought on.

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Stalker of the Chaparal

Stalker of the Chaparral




O you wild horned beast
You stalker of the Chaparral
Your meat is wanted for the East
So, heed to the cowboy’s call.

They say a country is built
Upon the steel lines of the railroad,
And big men of finance
Or the land where cotton grow’d

It is understandable why they think
Not of the Stalker of the Chaparral
With his lances of Ivory and
Heeds not to the wild cowboy’s call

For those who writ history and
Will sit upon their cushioned chairs
And will scoff at you with scorn 
For your greatness they do not care

For they hate those wild and wooly 
Hunters of the Stalkers of the Chaparral
With his lances of Ivory and
Heeds not to the wild cowboy’s call

In later years of this land
They will try to lessen
You r importance and necessity
In this country of men

They will turn their backs on you 
Expecting you to be there for them
As they take Freedom away
But their corruption and lust will consume them

For brick and mortar will crumble 
As evil consumes it’s self in hate
Bringing down their house of cards 
This will be their fate

So, you and I old friend
O’ Stalker of the Chaparral 
With your lances of ivory
 And, please hear my cowboy call.


Let those who don’t understand
Your freedom, Independence and spirit
Lust for control and hollow power
For this is what lies within their spirit.

So, stay free and wild my friend
O’ Lone Stalker of the Chaparral
With your lances of Ivory
And Heed not my wild cowboy call.