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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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I hear the clock a buzzin' But it's barely light outside. I know I have to hurry... Tonight I have to ride. My entries are in Houston, I'm in San Angelo... In a cut-rate, run-down Motel, With a lot of miles to go. I guess I've hit a cold streak, Been drawing up real bad. That fall I had last April- Used up all the dough I had. Burger deals, and greasy fries- A lot of chips and dip... Sleeping in a roadside park, Almost every trip. Motels when I'm winning- Back seat when I ain't. I'll ride while I'm still able, Till the time comes that I cain't. My story has no moral- Nor wisdom to impart... I guess that I'm just writing, Things that I have on my heart. I called the wife on Tuesday, She sounded mighty down. I guess she's pretty lonely, When I am not around. She's having problems with the well, Our brood mare lost her colt. The television bit the dust, Thank's to a lightning bolt. When she told me that she loved me, She was holding back a tear, I told her, "Things are lookin' up- I'll win it all next year." |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
John, you'll always follow the cowboy dream, even when you're not. I enjoy looking at your words through your heart. |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
The eternal optimist. It's rough on the ladies who have to stay home and worry. ~ Life is sexually transmitted ~ |
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