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Gonna wake up
At the brink of dawn
With the d a r n little red rooster
Cock-a-doodle doodling alarm
Saddle
My horse and ride out
Cross the river to the green field about
Make sure those sneaky coyotes
Haven't had lambchop for dinner.
Then
Gonna water all of my crop
Gonna spread out
All the bales of hay
Where the goats and the horses
And the cattle stay
After
Dinner with a little moonshine
The best d a m nnnn... moonshine
That I ever made
With my woman Suzanne
6/7/2020
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Alone as I walk in the sunlight
No one around but me and my shadow
So I walk on even so the heated bright
Reminds me that the sunlight brighter
As I the lone cowboy round up the cattle
6/04/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
I was riding on the range
And I was feeling pretty good.
All the cattle were behaving;
They were running like they
should.
The sun was just a-setting
In a blaze of orange and red.
And my dog was acting frisky
Like a pup that’s been well fed.
I had planned to build a campfire,
So I chopped myself some wood.
Then I cooked my steak and beans
And I can tell you they were good.
I pulled off my leather boots
You know the ones you buy in
town.
I took out my heavy blanket
And prepared to settle down.
With the stars shining so bright,
It’s the message of the heavenly light.
Shinning down on my face.
Telling me everything will be alright.
I shut my eyes to sleep.
Dreaming away the rest of my week.
An Old Cowboy
An old cowboy left yesterday.
Once drove herds over open range.
Many hardships along the way,
But a life he would never change.
Heard sound of cattle full stampede.
Rode days in slush up to his knees.
Tall in the saddle on his steed.
Broke, but had all a cowboy needs.
Up before dawn most of his days.
Often playing an old guitar,
Singing tunes about dusty trails,
And lost loves that were torn apart.
Old age and time at long last struck.
Glory gone like western ghost town.
Life’s work over and spent last buck,
A cowboy king without a crown.
Withdrew in deep grief and doubt,
His way of life had gone away.
Last words, “head ‘em up; move ‘em out”,
Old cowboy died yesterday
In the early morning rain as the mist clings to the skin
A lone rider rides seeking out the cattle on the range
Miles upon miles of grassland to roam without his men
Seeking the herd before the roundup begins.
This year has not seen the rains come down
So everything is like a dust bowl looking like desert
His men were waiting back at the local town
To see if the herd was ready for market.
Across the prairie a lonely coyote howls
As it sees the rider catering near
The riders face takes on a deadly scowl
Knowing the flock was very near.
He slowly takes out his rife and fires a shot
For one means many would be near by
In one deadly aim the coyote he got
Now the herd will be gathered in quick response.
8/19/12
.
Been travelin' the country side,
punchin' cows and makin' my way,
Been weeks lookin' at cattle hide,
hotter than _ell 'n' not much pay,
It's up and at'em before dawn,
on a horse and saddle all day,
Money made, then gets gone,
with drinkin' and cards ta play,
Ain't seen my dear girl Betsy Lou,
for might near a year ta day,
I know someday gonna get back to,
her and her country girl ways,
Yea, we're gonna buy a spread,
something to call our own,
I'm gonna buy her a feather bed,
and never ever agin be gone,
On the trail means livin' rough,
it's a life what gets so old,
If cow punchin' cash ain't enough,
It's to California pannin' fer gold.