Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Cowboy Up




He brushes his horse
And grooms her mane
Slides onto the saddle 
It frees his chains

Up on the beast 
He can do anything
Flies in the sky to places unseen

He cowboys up

Cowboy hat as tight as a turban
Packs his juice 
Like The Duke packs bourbon

He cowboys up..

He has cards to play
Riding up to save the day..

Cattle to rope 
Peace pipes to smoke.

                                   This is the Cowboy way..

I make a suggestion to take it slow.
He lifts his hand to tell me no

This cowboy choses to take no warning..
I reckon its ok
If he's back by mornin'! 


He Cowboys up. 

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