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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
God Made the Cowboy
By William Guthrie
The boots may be dusty
and the heels all run down,
but that's just 'cause
he ain't had time to run into town.
His hat's all grimey from sweat
but he'll tell you it's the
best one he's had yet.
That creaky old saddle
fits his backside just right
and the riata he uses
holds a dally real tight.
Speakin' of ropin' and ridin,'
aw, that's just tricks of the trade,
and he'll tell you no time's much better
than when roundup's been made.
Bein' a cowboy ...
well, it's not just a craze,
you can't find his spirit
in a thick, barroom haze.
It comes from the heart,
from the body and soul
and it cannot be lost
by just growin' old!
The spirit of the cowboy
flies on freedoms wings,
it dances on rain clouds,
drinks from fresh springs.
Why, he'll dance the two-step
with a big, toothy smile,
but, he'll ride for six hours
to keep from walkin' a mile.
Cowboys all over,
got just one thing to say:
"just leave us alone,
let us go our own way.
But if you need some help
defendin' your land,
just give up a holler
we'll come lend a hand!"
Yep. God made the cowboy,
not Gucci blue jeans.
He made the wild bull rider,
not buckin' machines.
He made sunsets and clover,
the stars up above,
ladies and hawses, wide open spaces ...
for a cowboy to love.
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