Cowboys Sleep On the Ground
A lady's bed is of feathers
Cowboys sleep on the ground
A rich man sleeps with the ladies
Poor men sleep all around
He rode his horse from Montana
Stopped in old Santa Fe
Saw her raven hair and dark, dark eyes
It was his lucky day
He took her home to Montana
Raised two sons strong and sound
One of them sleeps with the ladies
One son sleeps on the ground
3-20-20
Contest: Strand Choice L
Sponsor:Brian Strand
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