Salute to the Cowboy Past
I’ve never rode a horse, Or wrestled a steer,
I prefer Chardonnay, Over whiskey or beer.
Can’t tell you the difference, Tween a chink and a chap,
But I’m a cowboy you see, Cause I wear the hat.
I listen to red dirt, Almost everyday,
And I reckon that’s country, Or that’s what they say.
I own a supped up truck, And that makes me true,
Cause ownin a hat and a truck, Is all cowboys do.
This poems a lie, But it’s reality today,
It’s what people think, Of the cowboy and his way.
It’s a shame to think, What we have become,
All the true cowboys, Are off to the sun.
I tip my hat, To the true cowboy past,
And thank God each day, I’m at least one of the last.
Special Thanks to Blake Adams