Jake and the Longhorn
I'll tell you a tale when Texas was young
When women were scarce and horse thieves were hung.
His name was Jake and he was six feet four -
Prob'ly weighed three hundred or maybe more.
Came down from Kansas with crime on his mind.
Figgered to steal Longhorns - cows of some kind.
He'd get filthy rich drivin' 'em North -
Cows that big, why no guessin' their worth.
So he got a crew and started to scout.
Found a fair sized herd with no one about.
He planned to rope that bull, cows would follow,
As he led up the trail through that hollow.
He got the loop thrown and took up the slack -
It went to Hell when that Longhorn looked back.
He threw that Mustang clear up in the air,
Then stomped on Jake pretty much everywhere.
The crew scattered and never did look back -
Old Jake was walkin' and carryin' his tack.
Some say he was seen as he crossed the Red.
Saddle slung on his back, bandage on his head.
They say he has changed, his life is now full -
And he owes it all to a Longhorn bull.
2/23/18
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