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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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