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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
Only In A Cowboy's World
By S. E. Hutchison

Where do you find the summer so hot
It will melt your very soul?
Where are the winters so blasted cold
They take a terrible toll?

Breakin' ice on frozen water holes
Hands wet, cold and numb
The herd covered in ice and snow
Ya can't wait for spring to come
The winter snows begin to melt
The spring has finally arrived
You wade through the mud and the muck
To see what has survived

The heat of summer hits you hard
With water holes gone dry
You recall when you cussed them durn spring rains
Now you can't remember why

Hauling hay is one of the easier chores
It's done most summer long.
Stringin' fence ya find ain't quite so nice
But ya build it tight and strong

Fall comes along and it' 's roundup time
Working from sun to sun
With all those calves to cut and brand
Ya wonder if it'll ever get done

So where do you find such a life as this?
Hard work, wet, cold and ache?
Were you get stomped, and prodded and bucked
Beyond what man can take?

You'll not find in a city or town
But out where the hard riders go
Doing the work of a cowboy
Through rain and sun and snow

Where do you have the room to ride
Under a sky of blue?
Living the kind of life you want
Lovin' the things you do?

The company of a good horse beneath you
As you set about your own pace
Across the great wide open land
The wind blowing in your face

Evenings by the campfire
The lonesome call of coyotes in the hills
As you sip your coffee, you push from your mind
Any thoughts of troubles or ills

Doing a job 'cuz it needs to be done
Not just because of pay
Giving your word, and keeping it
Meaning just what you say

Where do you find the wide-open spaces
Fresh air, clean water, and sky?
Snowcapped mountains and green fertile pasture
Tall trees with streams flowing by?

Where can a man find these rewards
His work so rightfully earns?
To work in Nature's great outdoors
And the freedom for which he yearns?

Where can you find this land and this life
In this panorama I just unfurled?
Only in one place, my friend
Only in a cowboy's world.
 
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