This is a greenhorn's attempt to write a would-be country and western lyric, so advance apologies to my American friends, especially the cowboys and cowgirls!
Looking down at the prairie floor,
Like me the herd is restless,
Let me stampede to your door.
The hired hands want feeding,
We line up for more,
But my hungry heart is bleeding,
Let me stampede to your door.
The foreman is off hand,
Thinks I broke the law,
But that steer had no brand,
Let me stampede to your door.
Now I'm riding wrangler,
What a choking chore,
The dust is a strangler,
Let me stampede to your door.
I'm driving south in happiness,
No longer a cowboy poor,
I'll soon be in your sweet caress,
For I'm nearly at your door.
Chris Fernie (aka the Couplet Kid), 2009
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2009-06-21 at 13:21
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The Drive
I'm driving north in wilderness,Looking down at the prairie floor,
Like me the herd is restless,
Let me stampede to your door.
The hired hands want feeding,
We line up for more,
But my hungry heart is bleeding,
Let me stampede to your door.
The foreman is off hand,
Thinks I broke the law,
But that steer had no brand,
Let me stampede to your door.
Now I'm riding wrangler,
What a choking chore,
The dust is a strangler,
Let me stampede to your door.
I'm driving south in happiness,
No longer a cowboy poor,
I'll soon be in your sweet caress,
For I'm nearly at your door.
Chris Fernie (aka the Couplet Kid), 2009
Poetry by Chris Fernie
Read 443 times
Written on 2009-06-21 at 13:21
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