Moon Cowboy Poems

Snow is white
The moon is bright
Watch out  he,s sitting down
His red suite around
So don.t frown
Act like a clown
He. Call the fat man
Have gifts in...

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I always hear the sound of guitars strumming
harmonica music and cowboys humming
when I feel a warm night breeze upon my face

Whenever I look at a...

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Many messages from Heaven
are hard for me to understand
How one moment I held you close
the next you slipped out of my hands

Forgive me if I...

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Whenever I’m sitting at the table
my stack of chips is dwindling kind of low
I start to thinking back towards the past 
and how life has...

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Smokey hailed from someplace back in Missouri
was a slave until the ripe old age of ten
Left his master's home headed to Montana
and swore they would...

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The world is filled with some fancy dancers
who'll come a prancing through your bedroom door
They'll do a pretty good job of makin’
you think they're spot...

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They said the cowboy way of living
has withered away and is long gone
Least that's what I seen in the movies
and heard in all them old...

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There’s only so many ways I can write a song
about a cowboy riding his horse cross the range
Are there any new words I can use...

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You told me so many stories
tales of how someday very soon
Your God would lift our mortal veil
and we would join the stars and moon

I paid...

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A sliver of October moon
sinks slow into the western night
and the life of a billion stars
begin to fade beyond my sight

The black curtain of night...

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Sitting outside the firelight
I share this valley with the moon
The stars twinkle overhead
and the bullfrogs begin to croon
My fire sparks its own starlight
drifting up into...

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By the time the sun's faded o’er the prairie
well I’m just about as tired as tired can be
My horse has been fed and all the...

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Alone on the prairie, time will gently slip,
‘til minutes and hours start to lose their grip.
Can’t measure the day by a clock’s turning hand,
but by...

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I always wanted to be a real cowboy.
A Buck-a-rue with scars on my cheeks and worn boots,
I wanted my spurs to jingle and my saddle...

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Road are silent 

I have many questions day to day
 past till past stick of clock 
Who you think I am having
 eyes but it's...

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