Ridin' Drag

You’re gettin’ some sleepy now, Your attention does lag— As you herd those frisky cows, While back there ridin’ drag. How long you been a tail man, Keepin’ strays in a bunch, Ain’t important to a cowhand That ain’t got him a hunch. You’d rather be in the rear Than out a ridin’ lead— You’d rather be like a steer That satisfies a need. You ain’t gonna change the world, You’re just a gettin’ by— Some say they done broke yer mold, Others would like to try. You’re old but you keep ridin’ Though your gray horse does sag— You know there ain’t no hidin’ When you and God ride drag.