John

Well John was brand new to the Rockin’ Bar J down in Missouri's where he'd spent his young days His white cowboy hat with the fancy gold band with fringe on his chaps and kid gloves on his hands Had snake skin cowboy boots that shone like wet grass smelled like a spring flower when’er he walked past They said he was some nephew of the boss man came out here to learn how to be a ranch hand We geared up Devil, that horse hadn't been rid and called over John and said "he's yours now kid" John said he knew horses he'd used them to plow but this one seemed a little meaner somehow Well I eared that stallion while John held the reigns put his foot in the stirrup and grabbed his mane He pulled himself right up and sat on the throne lasted ‘bout a second before he was thrown Well they say no man's lived without facing fear and no flower will grow when watered with tears Instead of a crying and heading for home John got right back up and remounted that roan Now that horse went to whirling like all get out John held fast to the horn and let out a shout It was looking like that boy might win the day when that horse spun and threw him to next Tuesday Well John never turned into no cowboy hand went back to Missouri and plowing the land There's one thing we learned that we never did plan how the clothes that you wear do not make the man