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The Ride

Bet youse cain't guesses Whats I's done taday, I's saddles up ma ol' roan Un we's set off'n the trail Whar tha doggies likes ta play. Thay war tha fattest critters Tha grass ut war belly high Thay's maws war so full Thay jist chews thays cud a while. We's jist went un thru um Un thay's didn't even sees Tha calves a runnin' un buckin Knowin what ut war ta be's free. Than we's jist sits on a hill Un watched tha win' blow Tha grasses dancin long Ta Tha Masters fiddle song. Tha clouds war white un fluffy Of no storm thay done feared Tha perty little flowers War dressed un full gear. We's jist wandered un Un by a spring we's stopped Ol' Roan war perty thirsty Un I's done needs a smoke Thar warn't no brandin' Er calfin taday; We's jist war checkin' Un lookin fer futur hay. Tha buzzards done feasted Tha eagles sailed un soared Tha little prairie dogs Headed fer thay's holes. God done a gud job Fur es I's cud sees I's bowed ma head Un tole Him I's pleased. Time cumed ta goes back 'Er time ut war thru Travlin ovar tha rocks Hopes Roan don't throws a shoe. Everthin war gud Everthin went jist fine We's makes er back home Bafor supper time. Than ma son done spoiled ut all He waked me up Un than all I's cud hears War tha danged ol' oil wells strippin thays gears.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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