The Thrill Is Gone
I would ride straight to the storm back in the day
"Weather be damned," I'd swear loud an' duck my head
I'd stay in the saddle 'til the sun went down
Shorty's bar was near
I'd swagger up to the bar like an old hand
I would drink my fill and then I'd drink some more
While other men were were measured not quite as strong
Half froze and frostbit
Next day I'd stick my face in an ice filled trough
Fit spurs to my boots and mount with the sunrise
Ride toward the mountain looking for the mustangs
Do it all again
I'm old now and never found that one woman
My bones ache where they've been broke a time or two
It's good now that I don't look for wild horses
For the thrill is gone
7-13-20
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