Simple Pleasures

By Stephen Gese'

A good steak hangin on the spit
fried tatters in a pan
brown dutch oven biscuits
cold peaches from a can
Don't need no fancy tableware
no linen on my lap
I'll leave my hat on, eat my fill
then take a little nap

Or maybe I'll just roll a smoke
and sing a meloncholy tune
watch the sun fall from the sky
and wait to see the risin moon
Over yonder, across the fire
dark spots upon his flank
I wouldn't trade my appy horse
for all the money in the bank
Yes, you can have your cities, sir
these mountains are my home
four walls would squeeze my heart out
guess I was born to roam
Boots and bluejeans, cowboy hat
don't need no tux nor tie

All I need is mountain air
and elbow room big as the sky