Christmas In a Cow Camp
He was a crusty old cowboy, that was all he knew
His home, living in an old cow camp shack
It was a cold December, with snow everywhere
An old wood burning stove, his coffee to brew
His saddle, bed roll, and hat on the hat rack
Getting ready for another cold night out there
They brought him his grub and supply
Once a month, if they could get in
Every morning he was up early to check the cattle
Chopping ice for the cattle to drink or die
Knowing the next morning, he would do it all over again
Freezing cold and his teeth would rattle
On Christmas Eve, he found a baby calf in the snow
The mother had died, giving birth to the little one
He carried him back on his saddle to the old cow damp
Built a fire on the wood burning stove, outside it was ten below
Knowing that is what a good shepherd would have done
Getting the baby calf back on track
Spring had sprung and in began to thaw
The two grew to become quite a pair
Everyday the calf was by his side, cowboy in the saddle
Always fight together, like a outlaw to a gun
The calf would follow him to God knows where
The old cowboy would say, "Come on Christmas, let's go check the cattle"
Copyright © Danny Nunn | Year Posted 2009
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