Big Smalley

It was back in '89 when I worked the Rockin' B, That they hired a large cowpuncher that we called Big Smalley. I reckon that ol' cowboy musta went 'bout six foot nine-- And to our suprise was the mildest waddie you could find. It warn't he never got mad--it jest took a good long while-- After he wupped a cowboy or two, he'd have a great big smile. But he had strange habits and his thinkin' was right off beat-- Yet the one thing we had in common--he sure did like to eat. Big Smalley was so huge that horses groaned when he got on-- He weighted 350 and that didn't make cookie too fond Of tryin' to cook enough to keep him and eight cowpokes fed, After days of drivin' cows through valleys and watersheds. Then Big Smalley he done went and surprised us all agin, When one night he told us that he was a vegetarian. Well, we told him his religion was between him and God-- Then that ol' puncher got mad as a wild cow on the prod. He called us ignorant ol' cowboys that didn't know dirt-- That's when us eight waddies done put 'em to the hurt. I gotta give it to Smalley, he put up one heck of a fight-- But with eight ol' raw-bone cowpunchers it was soon goodnight. Well, Big Smalley didn't have much to say come the break of day-- He jest sort of grunted at chuck and pushed the bacon away. After a few weeks, Smalley hired on with another crew-- But he didn't get the joke, now he's ridin' fer the Bar B-Q!