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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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The gentle breezes blowing Stir mesquite and cottonwood- As I'm resting in my saddle in the shade. A puncher's life is all I've known, I must confess it's good- The best decision that I ever made. Out in California, Among the rocky peaks I did daywork out on the Muleshoe L. Along with Red Ken Bowen- My luck has come in streaks, And in those days it wasn't going well. From there to Arizona, I found the Bar T Bar- A hundred thousand acres of the best. I lived there in the bunkhouse, And beneath the western stars, Ten bucks a day, and found, you know the rest. But my cowboy days are over- I ride the range no more. A pickup is the way I get around. But memories do haunt me, How they make my old heart sore, For a livelihood, A long, long way from town. I think about the mountains, And the Painted Desert days, Of wrecks, and binds, and times I have been throwed- And about the old time cowhands- The cane we used to raise, And them old boys you can't see from the road. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I love reading about those days, John, and hearing the stories that you tell. Glad you didn't leave. A |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Always enjoy the stories about your lifestyle, John. But for the story tellers and poets I guess some of us would never know anything about how cowboys lived. Ida |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
As usual, I loved it. Not just for the picture, but for the way you tell it. You add so much with your use of language. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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