Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
Gettin' On Home
By Tom Sheehan
I got me a mirror and a comb,
Gettin’ on home, gettin’ on home.
It won’t be sad, Momma’s glad;
I used a mirror and a comb.
Gettin’ on home, gettin‘ on home.
She’ll be happy, so will Pappy,
Me slicker than soap and foam,
Gettin’ on home, gettin’ on home.
I’ve been roadin’ and devil codin’,
They’ll read scripture at my tomb,
Gettin’ on home, gettin’ on home.
She thought it weird I wore a beard,
‘cause she loved my childish looks
Buried in stories and her books.
Gettin’ on home, gettin’ on home.
By my design and less by wine
I chose the path of godly wrath,
But they’ll bury me with my good looks.
Gettin’ on home, gettin’ on home.
No matter lines, or said in rhymes,
These will be the best of times;
Six feet down in my own loam,
After leaving Texas just to roam.
Gettin’ on home, gettin’ on home.
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