Cowboy Stew

The ingrededents in cowboy stew, is what he is about It needs to simmer a right smart, much like his philosophy In a black cast iron skillet over a campfire With time it will taste pretty good there is no doubt A lot of hard earned wisdom, plenty of black coffee God knows all about prickly pear and barb wire Needs to have a lot of seasoning To give it that taste and a helluva a lot of backbone A bunch of testicles and a lot of hair on his behind Goes right along with his reasoning A good bit of bad weather and being alone Just seems to go with his kind Crazy cows and locoed horses have to be in the stew It is no disgrace being bucked off in the rocks Lumps, bumps and taking a lot of chances Some tequila and a senorita or two Got most of his schooling in the School Of Hard Knocks Mexican sipping whiskey and Saturday night dances Fat cattle and green grass in his dreams Dust storms, droughts and tumbleweeds were his reality Hang with the rigging, don't quit until you are through Old windmill pumping cool water in streams Is the making of his sanity Ought to be about done, this old cowboy's stew