Waddie Poems - Poems about Waddie

...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 never hear from him again Started out in th......

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...~ All My Life a Waddie… I have lived the life of a country bumpkin matter of fact I came into this world where Every day was lived hand to mouth so to speak poor as a church mouse with not a crum......

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...Dreamin' with my eyes on these Montana skies Blue as the plaid in my plum good shirt I got the mitten by a beauty queen smitten By a flannel mouthed tenderfoot from the Wyoming dirt I’m just a ......

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...(The real Waddie Peacock, described only as “an old L.S. cowpuncher,” had the distinction of being the first person buried in Logan, New Mexico’s first cemetery in 1910.) It seems a man rides......

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...It was back in '89 when I worked the Rockin' B, That they hired a large cowpuncher that we called Big Smalley. I reckon that ol' cowboy musta went 'bout six foot nine-- And to our suprise was the ......

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