Beating hooves,
and fiery eyes,
Could be a cowboy's
sure demise.
Yet brave and strong,
he stands alone;
To face what many
a cowboy's known.
The strap is tight,
the gate is sprung;
His blood runs cold,
the ride's begun.
His heart like thunder,
beats his chest;
He must hang on,
a time to best.
The pick-up men
will follow near;
And so it ends,
he showed no fear.
He stands alone,
this cowboy breed;
For God, for Country,
for fiery steed. |
