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The Great Escape
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The Great Escape |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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I loaded my old pickup with the trailer on the back. I took my old Winchester, placed it in the rifle rack. I grabbed by bag, and bedroll, and a Johnny Horton tape. I mailed my entry fees last week, I’ll make my “Great Escape”. Thirty-six last April, guess I’m getting sorta old- For sneaking off to enter in some small town rodeo. Driving hard for Aztec, and still I’m running late- I drew three head of saddle broncs, they are my “Great Escape”. I grew up watching Mahan, Don Gay, and Chris LeDoux- I figured then, if they could...then I could make it, too. It wasn’t long before I knew, I hadn’t what it takes- But still I have to try my hand, that is my “Great Escape”. Cause when I’m in the saddle, my troubles seem to fade- To hear the crowd a cheerin’ seems to drive my woes away. No matter what it costs me, nor how many bones I break- Sometimes I have to get away, and make my “Great Escape”. |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
I could almost hear Johnny Horton singing, dear Troubadour. Another realistic tale, and I thank you.  ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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Gemini Senior Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 1203Wisconsin, USA |
Gunslinger-Hats off to you and your passionate escape! |
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