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Six Foot Two of Solid Try
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Six Foot Two of Solid Try |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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Six Foot Two of Solid Try I did ten years in prison- For a dumb mistake I made. I rode the prison rodeo, That was my former trade. The only time I felt alive- Was coming out the chutes- I'm six foot two of solid "try"- From my hat down to my boots. They say I'm tall for buckin' stock, And that may well be true... It's all I've ever lived for- And all I want to do. Thirty four and aging fast- But I've got cowboy roots, I'm six foot two of solid "try"- From my hat down to my boots. They say I'm gonna kill myself- If I keep on ridin' bulls- But I sure get a charge inside, Each time my rope is pulled... When I'm dead and buried- Carve on the stone, this truth- He was six foot two of solid "try"- From his hat down to his boots. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very good, John! That burning passion for something is what adds zest to life! |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Slinger~ I like the positive strength of this piece~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Reminds me why when I was a kid I wanted to be a cowboy. |
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