Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Heart of a Cowboy!

Different strokes, different folks, some are inspire'n, some are lie'n
some make ya smile, some make ya frown, a sorta merry'go'round

Stoop'n to a devilish level, in how some shovel, don't seem bright
Not much learn'n in any form of yearn'n to get, feel, know, enlight

Association in way of MANipulation, a road to nowhere in any sense
Might as well keep dig'n a hole, deeper it gets the higher the fence

Some will straddle, some will rattle, some may even shake the posts
Just could be a sign some see as chase'n, try'n to rope some ghosts

Don't mean folks can't have some forms of human imperfection
Mostly means their lost and find it rides the wind of misdirection!

Some folks often wonder just what makes an ole cowhand tick
All an ole cowhand wonders is in how to get rid of ‘em quick

Oft times an ole cowhand’s sorta slip’ry even when he ain’t wet
Yet most ladies seem to enjoy some’n bout’em they can't forget

In so many ways and most days he’s somewhat like the wind
He’s darn good at watch’n the herd, don’t try to fence him in

He’s apt to say with a big smile, he loves to have a lot of space
being close is good, hold’n him down puts a frown in his pace

He takes pride in his word, don’t say much he don’t believe
Won’t make a promise to anyone that’s ever meant to deceive

To most city folks, he’s slow in his walk, his talk unconventional
What they don’t know, beneath that slow he’s also unconditional

He’s not about fortune, fame, does a good job cause he’s proud
He understands what kind of man he is with no need to be loud

He’s the heart and soul in a lot of what’s old in terms of man
He’ll always say yes ma’am, sir to any age person in this land

Outta respect, noth’n else or more, what he was taught to say
Not a reflection in anything to anyone, it’s just simply his way

He rides, pokes, ropes, he always has a drawl in say'n the lines
But the gals love it even when his hands can feel gnarly as vines

His taste is rare, heart has care, his saddle always has good soap
But one thangs fer shor, his love is pure with or without the rope

So any of you ladies wanna a good ride he’ll give ya a real lift
Just in grab’n the hand of an ole cowhand it can be quite a gift

Open’n his eyes may not be wise cause owls only hoot at night
But a kind word when lightly spurred most likely could be right

Don’t get scared when he says come’ere I wanna see ya naked
That’s his way of flat’ry and got noth’n to do with being wicked

Has a gleam in his eye, might even sigh take’n in yo’re charms
He’ll smile pick’n ya up, let’n ya down so ya can lay in his arms

Can speak softly in his drawl, love ya deeply, then ride ya hard
Come morn’n he might say, gotta git darl’n to be with my pard

If he don’t come back, ain’t cause ya weren’t good in the hay
He just can’t exactly say a lot in when he’ll be back yo’re way

Just rest assure’d ya had what it took to make for a time of love
He’ll ride away, look back to say, thank ya to the Lord above

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