Jim

He'd wake up sorta rough around the edges then he’d pull in his teeth from out of the glass Yawn then rub his eyes with the back of his hands scratch his belly for a while and then his ass After a time you would look around the house and wonder where in the world old Jim had gone Out the window you’d see him headed to the outhouse wearin’ nought but red flannel long johns He'd have a newspaper tucked under his arm though everyone knew he couldn’t read a bit Said he liked to wipe his ass on the headlines they was already filled to the brim with **** He'd make it back to the house just in time for breakfast and barely said a word while we ate We headed out for chores before the sun rose cause fifteen minutes early to Jim is late Now us boys would work until plum soaked with sweat while Jim just shuffled around a bit you see Guess we probably couldn't ask for much more seeing as how Jim was just past eighty three Like I said before, Jim never did talk much when he did it would be best that you take heed Because he never put in his two cents worth lest it was something that you was gonna need He taught me that standing my ground for what's right is the way the cowboy life has always been You should never raise your hand to a woman and stealing from others is a definite sin If'n you say that you'll be doing a job than you better do it the best that you can Cause slacking away is the devil's right hand you can bet you’ll never be trusted again Well growing up into manhood on the ranch I owe almost everything I learned to him Now as I ride each day out past where he lays I stop and say a prayer for my friend Jim