The Cowboy Slim

Slim is lean, tall, muscled and an inarticulate mass Of loyalty, independence, pride and downright Western class Cocking his hat just so he lets loose with his infectious grin Testosterone overflowing, he’s masculine up to the brim Mumbling "Shucks" he’ll duck his head and charm the ladies Saddle-born, he loves the horse he calls "Lazy, Nuts, and Crazy" Slim kin drink, git drunk, cuss and dance a mean square He kin hunt, trap, fish and if put to it outrun a riled-up bear Slim spits, chaws, farts, smokes hand-rolled and sings off-key He shoots, ropes, hogties, brands and whistles at cows in high C He’s an introverted soul, painfully shy and awkward in society The ranch boss’ only daughter says she wants to marry him Slim and her did hanky and panky after drinking some gin Slim’s face reddens up to his hair from his chin Thinking it’s about time to ride out on the wind Riding tall into the sunset he canters without a backward glance Looking for the next ranch on open range to give him a chance To punch a few cows, work a round-up, find a new gal to romance A Cowboy Is, Why Bless My Soul, It's Slim.