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The Cowboy
There once was a cowboy down on a farm
had himself a sence of self and filled himself with charm
was a man be a man never do no harm
ask him to and he would do anything worth while
had himself his farmers shirts and dressed himself in style
and of his heart he wouldn't part the things he loved the most
never seen him never keen on being one to boast
he could sing about Elvis, Cash and about boys named Sue
and he aint done nothing that you couldn't do
and on the farm he had his life all over his land
and every corn he had sworn would grow from his clentched hand
and on his farm he had a deer done raised it from a fawn
and gave it drink and so i think he did so every dawn
and on his farm he had some sows all inside thier pens
saw fire bring down came trucks from town and red and white sirens
and graves he dug and trenches too and served his country well
on ice and snow he didn't know but that's the day he fell
been busted broken been dusted caught chokin' and hollering and drinking too
but changed inside and found his pride and also found God too
done been around the fields and country all his life it seems
still twinkles his eyes still fixes and tries to work and keep his dreams
had done himself done what most men don't do
had been a fighting irish when most men are through
had never done stopped or ever done quit
never been one to break down at it
always up working his mechanical tractors
always counted blessings and all of them factors
always done did and always will too
the last of the great farmers the very last few
and broke his back and got it back just in time to start again
put up your dukes, and come here yukes and once and always freind
