He's experienced some things most people wouldn't appreciate,
The smell of fresh cut hay,
Keeping the cattle between the gates.
He's true to the land and all that she bears,
He's slaved all day, experienced wears and tears.

He holds no grudge and would rather settle disputes quickly.
(Before he forgets why he's mad.)
He's one for speed.
Behind the bars of his ATV, or that of a trusty groomed steed.

He loves adventure and won't back down from a dare.
He'll try anything once without a care.
He has many loves; blondes and brunettes
(Usually one in every town.)

He knows the pride that a hard day's work brings
and the joy that comes afterward of splashing in cold, clear springs.
He finds happiness in every day,
Holds no regret and never looks back, no time, no way!

You'll see him on a gravel road,
At his favorite fishing hole, or a bonfire
Occupying a tailgate with some cutie
and the best friends a guy could ask for.

He'd stand tall for any of them at the drop of the hat
They'd do the same.
When asked what to call him, it's not likely by his name
It's cowboy, REDNECK, or by his local claim to fame.

You won't see him in a shiny new sports car.
Only a big muddy truck
With the dixie horns a blowin'.
He'll have everybody goin'.
We all share that REBEL pride.

So let's take a moment to reflect, my friends,
and remember one fallen.
One too big, too country, too good for this life.
Let's gather around and give the stereo a crank.
We'll all sing with you, J.P.
As long as it's HANK!

IN LOVING MEMORY OF JAMIE.

We will always be together, Bubba!!!
With Love,
Kris
8/2001

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