I'Ll Be There
Bury me with a horny toad-
A jar of Texas sand.
Throw in a quart of motor oil-
The glove from my right hand.
Just leave the spurs upon my boots,
An' drop 'em in right quick.
An' just in case there's music there,
Throw in a guitar pick.
Lay in gently a dollar bill
In case they charge for beer.
An' put a sign upon my grave
That tells 'em I ain't here.
But I'll be in that red sunrise,
Or in that speckled pup.
An' you can bet that I'll be there
When they say,"Cowboy up".
7/28/2017
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2017
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