Bill Lindsay Poet Cowboy Poetry

Cowboy Heaven

John Wayne will be there 
and the steaks will be rare,
in Cowboy Heaven;
And the Posse will be – not  gunning for me 
- in Blue Yonder sky
 
The saloon’s never dry, 
it’s all free - you don’t buy,
in Cowboy Heaven;
Three fingers of rye, no more patch on my eye
- in Blue Yonder Sky
         
I’ll be riding off into the sunset, 
Saddled up on my trusty old steed
But my permanent ‘get out of jail’ card, 
guarantees that by dawn I’ll be freed
 
The Good Sheriff will be 
on the lookout for me,
in Cowboy Heaven;
Keeping injuns at bay, 
sending snakes the wrong way
 - in Blue Yonder sky
 
My horse just won’t care, 
‘cos them spurs won’t be there,
in Cowboy Heaven;
He’ll be swishing his mane 
on the tumbleweed plain
- in Blue Yonder Sky
             
There’ll be pictures of me 
nailed on every tree,
in Cowboy Heaven;
But there’ll be no reward , 
cos’ I’m loved by my Lord
 - in Blue Yonder Sky
 
All the good guys in white, 
and fightin’ the good fight,
in Cowboy Heaven;
What a place it will be - 
and the Whiskey’s on me
- in Blue Yonder Sky

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Poet Destroyer A August 2, 2015 at 1:16 AM this would be an awesome song js, enjoyed your view of cowboy heaven:) - always, P.D. Bill Lindsay August 2, 2015 at 6:42 AM Thanks PD; I can hear the gobs of spittle pinging into the empty baked bean tins even now ... ;)

Dan Cwiak August 1, 2015 at 11:25 AM I hope yawl wull let me belly up to the bar with you if'n I git thar!! Great job. Bill Lindsay August 1, 2015 at 11:33 AM Y'all need a deputy's badge to git in. ;)