Welcome To The Bullpen
Black Stetson
Cherish Tuttle
Old tattered boots polished black,
wranglers worn and frayed,
western shirt light-blue, pearl snaps,
leathered cuffs and cow hide chaps.
Toughened man with perfect aim,
he packs his gun with pride.
handgun tied upon his hip,
quick hands win the fight.
He tells a story on the ranch,
blackout blizzard storm,
veins ran cold soon meeting death,
cattle breathing their last breath.
From fixing fence and herding cows,
never took what wasn’t earned,
upon his horse, head bowed to pray,
God helps him through the day.
A cowboy lives an honest life,
his words are true and bold,
the cowboy days are ending,
but Jon and his black stetson, stay.
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