Flowers On a Friday
It was bucking bulls and cowboy busting broncos
And the challenge that accompanied each ride
That consumed the heart and mind of my young cowboy
And this fact my Buddy never tried to hide.
I recall the time we met in Kelly’s diner
He was busted up and feeling rather sore
But the cheque that paid the tab that I presented
Seemed to him to somehow even up the score.
He had eaten there that week and got acquainted,
And I somehow got to know this cowboy’s mind
while the flowers that he gave me on that Friday
Surely showed beside his toughness, he was kind.
We were married in the summer six months later,
On a Friday I recall so very well,
Because Fridays he would always buy me flowers
And then go and ride those bulls and broncs from hell.
Buddy always bought me flowers on a Friday
As he knew I feared the rides that lay ahead
But my man his heart and soul was in his riding
And I loved this cowboy that I planned to wed.
Yes he always bought me flowers on a Friday
And I loved this cowboy that I planned to wed.
All our friends had shared that special evening with us
And we raged and partied well into the night,
Then we slipped away to share the morning hours,
Til the dawn rose and revealed its splendid light.
We both showered and had breakfast at the roadhouse
Laughed and shared the joy that comes with wedded bliss,
But I sensed a certain tiredness in my Buddy
And I prayed he’d give the ride that day a miss.
Buddy drew the brindle bombshell riders hated
And that beast exploded when it left the chute,
Twisting left then right and suddenly it stumbled
And my Buddy he was crushed by that great brute.
When it came to say goodbye to my sweet lover
There was one thing that I vowed I’d always do
I would always bring him flowers on a Friday
And I’d tell his child about his father too.
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“Bud I’ll always bring you flowers on a Friday”
That’s the one thing that I vow I’ll always do.
Cause you always brought me flowers on a Friday
And your child will always bring you flowers too.
Yes I’ll always bring you flowers on a Friday
And your child will always bring you flowers too.
Copyright © Merv Webster | Year Posted 2005
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