They'Re Talkin' 'Bout Your Ma

Son, there's sometin' that you should know
An' sure as I'm your pa
When you hear 'em say "Cowgirl Up"
They're talkin' 'bout your ma

Gave her the meanest hoss I had -
Told her to calm him down
She smiled and kissed me on the cheek
And snubbed her rope around

She slipped the loop over his head
An' punched him 'tween the eyes
Then kicked him in the ribs three times -
He stood there in surprise

Then he took off to jump the fence
Runnin' at a lope
An' he forgot just where he was
'Til he ran out of rope

It turned him over end for end
An' he hit with a thump
Your Ma strolled over casual like
An' sat down on his rump

Now he'll protect her with his life
She belongs on his back
He never has forgot that day
That he ran outta slack

5/27/2017
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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