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Tumbleweed |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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Too many days on the road, Far too often. Have made an old man out of me. And the beds in the motels- The years do not soften, At least I can claim I am free. Too many years that I spent On the circuit- I never could make the life pay. Some others got rich. It depends how you work it- But I guess I am far past my day. So I'll saddle my dreams- And I'll ride the lone prairies, Out there with the sage and the sand. Where ever I fall- I want to be buried, Say, "There lies a rodeo hand". I've seen the wild canyons, And crossed the bare desert, And watched when it bloomed like a rose. So I'll saddle a lineback- Without any bridle- Allow him to follow his nose. I'll blow like the wind On the North Texas Prairie... No ceasing... By day or by night I've long thought about it- It used to be scary... But now I just know it is right. |
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The_Doctors_Angel_32 Member
since 2011-01-14
Posts 337Florida, USA |
I feel like I am on a horse in the country reading these words. I truly enjoyed the read!!! When the family is together, the soul is at peace - Russian Proverb |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Love your style. It is nice when you let us saddle up and share a piece of trail with you! Lori |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Ah, free, as long a freedom is found on top of bucking broncs and ornery bulls and hoping thhe clowns are sharp tonight. ~ Life is sexually transmitted ~ |
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