When I was just a young guy,
I wanted to grow up and punch cows in the mountains up high.
Well I did pretty good, ‘cause I am sitting here tonight,
Just me, the horses and cattle.
I am watching the fire, and listening for trouble;
Hopefully it’s a peaceful night.
The winds a blowing, it’s getting chilly,
So, I pull my collar up tight.
I lived in town for a couple of years,
All it did was bring trouble and tears.
I got divorced, and set for a spell in prison.
It made me think that maybe town and trusting people is a bad decision.
Well, I’ve probably lived half my life by now,
And I just want to be alone.
Just me, the horses and cows,
Watch them eat the knee-high grass.
Well, I guess guys like me come from a different class.
Hopefully I can leave a legacy of being a gentle cowhand,
And Lord, if I die tonight, out on the range,
Just me the horses and cattle;
Please tell the world I tried my best to be a good man,
And love being in the saddle.
Lord, let them know, there will always more horses to ride.
Nick is fun loving, ranch loving, cow punching man. Enjoys all things outdoors and cowboy related. As much ranching as he thinks he’s done, he is enjoying new ventures and learning new skills. Cowboy poetry is a fairly new venture and loves reading the old poets.