The cowboy slowly rose from bed
It was time for him to rise,
He smelled the bacon frying
With eggs and browned 'home-fries'.



He put on his well-worn blue jeans
And his weatheted leather vest,
His checkered shirt was tattered
But the one he liked the best.



His boots were where he tossed them
When he took them off last night,
They felt like they were shrinking
'Cause they felt a little tight'.



He grabbed his trusty rifle
Slapped both six-guns on his hip,
Pushed his hat back on his forehead
And gave the brim a little flip.



He ate his hearty breakfast
Gave the cook a little kiss,
Said, "Ive got lots of work to do
I'll see ya later miss"



He swaggered out onto the porch
His horse was standing there,
He jumped up in the saddle
And headed towards the bandit's lair.



He knew that they'd be waiting
He's done this times before,
It was his job to keep the peace
And even up he score.



He's been in many battles
And he's won most every one,
What he couldn't do with talkin
He just settled with his gun.



The hours past, she looked out
He was coming through the gate,
She had his supper ready
'Cause he was never late'.



She said, "You look kinda tired
And you've had a busy day,
"Why don't you go take a nap,
I'll put your stuff away."



So the cowboy climbed into his bunk
It had been a long long day,
He thanked God for his blessings
As he clasped his hands to pray.



His mother came into the room
Her heart was full of sorrow,
"Remember son, you need your rest
For school starts back tomorrow!"

Written by
Joe Pielmeier Sr.
August/2001

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