The Shadow Hamilton Contest

Not for The Howdy Partner Contest How many times, have you found, yourself, walking down the street Stetson on your head and cowhide on your feet Trying to rustle up a verse, that seems the best For The Shadow Hamilton Poetry contest Now, I started drinkin' whiskey and scratching my blue jeans But I can't think of anything that's worth a hill of beans It's got to be a good one better than the rest to win, Shadow Hamilton's Poetry contest I thought I'd start out writing 'bout a horse and dusty trails Train robbing, riding hard And 'bout that time in jail But I have to tell ya'll This cowboy's kinda stressed Over Shadow, Hamilton's Poetry contest.......................Heee yaaaa !