The Final Ride
He was nine dollars short of havin' ten
But he's only two dollars short of three
So he changed his plans from then to when
And he borrowed the two dollars from me
He laughed about any poor cowboy's pay
And wondered what made them do what they do
He knew he'd die broke like he was today
But freedom he had came just to a few
Then his heart gave out one day while he roped
And he was gone before he hit the ground
Then he saw St. Pete like he'd always hoped
And reached in his jeans and fumbled around
St.Pete chuckled, he'd seen this all before..
"Welcome, cowboy, no need in fretting so -
All are broke when they enter through this door.
He paid for cowboys,too, long, long ago."
5/20/2017
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