Wednesday, May 29, 2019

labels


you may have lost your Stetson
you'll always have your boots
you're still wearing Wranglers
and you still like to shoot
you still love the mountains
and all of them country tunes
you may not have a Stetson
but you still have cowboy roots


maybe you don't rope and punch
there are oh so many ways
that you can be a cowboy
on just about any day
with the kindly "thank ya ma'am"
and your beat up pickup truck
"cowboy" is just a label
that label is pretty well stuck
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Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

2 comments:

John Michael Montgomery said...

Let me broaden your horizons
Teach you 'bout the finer things in life
Like some late night horseback ridin'
Sippin' on some southern homemade wine
If a little two steppin', star gazin', breathtakin', lovemakin'
Is what your dreamin' of
Then let me show you darlin' a little cowboy love

Trisha said...

Amen Girl!