That's My Boy
"Put a blanket 'neath that saddle!
You'll rub that poor hoss raw!"
Cain't get these young guys off the phone
Beats all I ever saw.
We had a brandin' yesterday
An' he forgot his rope
He was textin' in the saddle -
I dang near gave up hope
I cain't just fire him, he's my boy
So what's a pa to do?
Someday he'll own this spread I love
An' have a kid or two
I called him over for a talk
Said, "Son, you know I pray.
Last night I talked to ol' St Pete
An' told him of our day.
"I gave him your cell phone number
So he would have a way
To get in touch when your time's up
An' take you as he may.
"I told him you'd ride off a cliff,
Or get gored by a bull -
Maybe drown in a roaring flood
When the river's full.
"St. Pete knows that the world ain't real
To a boy on that phone
An' when the boy sees what he's missed
The good times are all gone."
Today he put the blanket on
An' brought his rope and spurs
Stayed in the saddle 'til sundown
An' fought the cockle burrs.
He looks more like the man he is
Than a kid with a toy
He just hung up and went to work
An' friend, that's my boy!
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