The man sits tall on top of his horse he
Has a rope, a whip, and a dog, of course.
He looks at the cattle under the trees as he
Wipes his sweat, he wishes for a breeze.
He’s a tough man, wrinkled and worn
With love in his heart.
For his God, his family and the flag that flies
High he thinks of his dad when he
Was around. How hard he worked from sun up
To sun down but the lessons he taught me out
There on the range were about more
Than horses, cattle and rain.
He Talked about stories and tales of long
Ago late into the night as we watched the fire glow the
Cowboy was my dad one of a kind. I love him with all my
Heart to the end of time.
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