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Going Down the Road
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Going Down the Road |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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Danny Mack keeps snorin’, and Dave talks in his sleep. I lay here tired and aching, counting calves instead of sheep. I only scored a sixty-eight on my old bronc tonight- I drew Big Red for tomorrow, and he’s got a lotta fight. Small town shows, rodeos, they are my way of life- They cost me every dime I’ve had, they took my home and wife. Two and three men to a bed… motels are our abode- I guess that’s why they call our trade…”Goin’ down the road”. Danny’s from New Mexico, I was Texas bred… Dave’s from up in Idaho, Rexburg’s what he said. Dave rides bulls, and I ride broncs…Danny rides them all- He draws the eyes of all the girls with his good looks and drawl. I guess Dave, he must be thrirty, Danny’s twenty-eight- I guess to ride at forty-two, I must be tempting fate. When we’ve made our rides tonight, we’ll have the car to load… A pot of strong, black coffee, then we’ll “go on down the road”. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
You always tell an interesting tale, John! Very enjoyable! Denise |
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inot2B Member Elite
since 2000-09-18
Posts 2205Arkansas |
One of my brothers rode broncs, and the other one rode bulls. I love the tales you tell and I love remembering the rodeo. Thank you. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Ah GS, it is good to again read your words. I have always loved the stories you have told. Very nicely done.  On the wings of words our spirits fly, and our souls are free. |
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