Ah, Shucks

A Cowboy is lean, tall, muscled and an inarticulate mass Of loyalty, independence, pride and downright Western class He cocks his hat to the back of his head and lets loose an infectious grin Testosterone overflowing he’s masculine from boot toe to hat brim He mumbles “Ah, Shucks”, ducks his head and charms the ladies He’s saddle born, ranch raised and calls his palomino horse Hercules A Cowboy kin drink, git drunk, cuss and dance a mean square He kin hunt, trap, fish, and if put to it, outrun a riled–up bear A cowboy spits, chaws, farts, smokes hand-rolled and sings off-key He shoots, ropes, hogties, brands and whistles at cattle in high “C” He’s an introverted soul, shy, gawky and tongue-tied in society But ranch owners’ virgin daughters are eager to marry him After doing hanky and panky stimulated by 100 proof killer gin The shotguns hang on the fireplace wall, but the Cowboy ain’t gonna give in Thinking, “mebbe It’s time to git gone and ride out like a swift blowing wind” And into the sunset the Cowboy eases away without a backward glance Looking for a cattle ranch that needs know-how hires and give him a chance To punch cows, shoe horses, drive cattle and harness a gal into a new romance Cowboys choose, lose, win, and wander here, there, and all around Unless a right-smart gal he diddled in the stable of a small cow town Is a hardheaded Cowgirl who hogties him when his pants are down!