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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
RIDING THE LINE
Joel T. Bailey
He grew tired of drifting
So he decided to settle down
He would look for a job
When he got to the next town
He'd done some cowboying
So he'd check around
He didn't mind working cattle
For forty and found
But a job as a line rider
Was all he could get
It wasn't what he wanted
But he'd try it for a bit
The line shack he had to use
Was weathered and old
But it was solid enough
To keep out the cold
All day he rode the fences
Keeping them all tight
Then he'd let the coyotes
Sing him to sleep at night
He got so bored at times
That he wanted to bawl
He'd stare at the ceiling
And talk to the wall
Then one day he told his self
I'm quitting this job of mine
I'd just as soon be drifting
As out riding the line
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