I’ve been rode by heaps o’ cowboys
Some short, some fat, some tall
Some kind, some mean, some green
And some I can’t recall
But cowpokes always think they know
What makes a top cow horse?
Them fellers poke and prod and pat
And knowingly discourse
They speculate about my age
By looking at my teeth
And check for bone and eye and brain
And how I am beneath
They want at mount of easy gait
That’s wide between the eyes
And high in withers, deep in chest
Well-muscled is a prize
If I could talk, I would complain
Cuz cowboys sure are strange
I’ve been rode in heat, cold, and rain
And snows out on the range
And when I’m dressed in heavy leather
The cowboy piles aboard;
We travel prairie, plain and draw
(I’m better than a Ford)
But thought it ain’t the easy life
It’s still the one for me
Cuz, I’m a workin’ cow horse. Please
Don’t put any dudes on me!
Kendra Tyler
June 7, 2013
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