I sit of an evening, my mind drifting back-
To when I was carefree and gay....
Broad in the shoulders and lean in the hips
And followed the “Cowboy way”.
Interstate Forty, a mile east of Flagg-
Chill factor ‘bout forty below.
Dark quickly coming, chilled to bone-
I stood there in hard, blowing snow...
Bedroll and saddle, suitcase, and spurs-
A yearn in my heart for the wild...
A south Texas cowboy a long way from hold-
I guess I was destiny’s child.
The years I spent drifting and seeing the world-
Have given me wealth beyond measure...
The bosses, and buddies, the wrecks and the brawls
Are what I consider my treasure.
The time in the saddle, and days on the road-
They give me perspective, you see...
This civilized living will make a man fat...
When moving a man’s really free.
I top off my coffee, and stare to the west-
At spaces so lovely and wide-
Where friends are a waiting, to welcome me in,
Somewhere out beyond the Divide.
A brother, some cousins, grandparents, my mom-
Have all made the crossing you see...
The pathway to Hell good intentions have paved-
I wonder what’s waiting for me.