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The One Thing I Can't Say
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The One Thing I Can't Say |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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She asked me if I loved her, And I said, I really do. She asked me if I'd hold her, Why, I would be delighted to. She asked me if I'd promise- That I'd never go away. I dropped my head and told her, That's the one thing I can't say. I said, You know that I'm a cowboy- And that's what I'll always be. And a large part of my makeup, Is my need for being free. I love the western prairies, The sage brush and the sand. I could never be a lap dog... And lick some master's hand. I'll never punch a time clock- I'm afraid to settle down. My life is going down the road, To win the next go 'round. Motel rooms and pickup seats, And small town rodeos- May be a vicious cycle, I guess that's the way it goes. The story that I now recount- Is not a recent thing. The grey hairs I'm acquiring now... New recollections bring. Friends tell me that it's not too late... Dawn brings another day... The promise that a woman needs, Is the one thing I can't say. |
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2dalimit Member Elite
since 2000-02-08
Posts 2228Mississippi coast |
Well partner, I see you as an honest man, which is a dying breed, whether you're a cowboy or not. Melton |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Ah, my cowboy friend. You are so sweet. You tell it like it was and is. I like that in a man.  Enjoyed the write. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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