WHY I LOVE COWBOYS

 WHY I LOVE COWBOYS
By Donna Penley

Why do I love cowboys ?  Let me count th’ ways.
Folks,  be patient with me, ’cause this just might take days.
My daddy was a cowboy, an’ he set th’ bar real high,
For any man t’ measure up.  With th’ good ones, it’s a tie.

Cowboys come right out an’ tell you just what’s on their minds,
They’re cool an’ calm an’ laid back, an’  I think you will find,

They work real hard an’ don’t complain, no matter what th’ task
They do th’ work required of them -- whatever th’ bossman asks.
They’re brash an’ wild an’ daring -- most don’t give a care
Just what anybody thinks , as expletives split th’ air!
An’ just how do you tell th’ measure of a man?
It’s th’ honest look in his eyes an’ the grip of his right hand.

It’s his straightforward manner,  in business or in cards;
An’ he’s  equally up front with th’ boss, or with his favorite pards!
Th’ good ones don’t brag a lot, unless it’s rodeo time,
An’ most are real good listeners -- ‘ Buddy, it’s your dime‘.

Why do I love cowboys?  They’re what’s left of the West,
So, that’s why I love cowboys.  I think they’re just th’ best!  
So, if it came right down to it,  an’ I just had to choose,
Between a cowboy an’ a dude? W ell,  you can bet th’ dude would lose !

That’s why I love cowboys!

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