Mighty Fine Spurs

“Ya got some mighty fine spurs to wear,” My ol’ grand pap used to day. When I came up shy when braidin’ hair From my ol’ dun horse or bay. It was just his way of tellin’ me That I come up a bit short, In some endeavor I could not see And did not care for a snort! I did not quite know what grand pap meant ‘Bout those spurs I did not have— I thought it just some talkin’ ill spent To heal my young wounds like salve. But on that sad day my grand pap died, I knew the truth of his words— He gave me those silver spurs and cried As I heard the sound of birds. “Ya got some mighty fine spurs to wear,” My grand pap said on that day, “So wear them proudly and do not care What some fool folks just might say.” And though those spurs are ol’ and tarnished, I wear them with all my pride— ‘Cause grand pap told the truth unvarnished On the final day he died. “Ya got some mighty fine spurs to wear”— Those words stick now in their way— “I got some mighty fine spurs to wear”— My son will wear them some day.