This Cowboy's Done
I'll ride with you awhile, my friend
Until the wind turns cold.
I'm not as young as I once was -
Just feelin' kinda old.
I used to ride straight to the storm -
"Weather be damned", I'd say.
I'd yell an' cuss at wind unseen
An' ride 'til end of day.
I'd swagger up to Shorty's bar -
Half froze an' frostbit too.
I'd drink my fill then drink some more,
When other men were through.
I had my pick of fair haired gals,
But never found that one
Who'd make me quit and settle down
An' say, "This cowboy's done".
So I wore out a hoss or two,
An' broke bones here an' there.
Rode from the Red to Rio Grande,
But never stayed nowhere.
For now I'm proud to ride with you
Until the wind turns cold.
An' then you're on your own my friend -
My tales have all been told
April 1, 2016
The older I get the better I like the idea that"there's nothing I can do about it now" and I put that poetically in this Cowboy poem.
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