There Once Was A Cowboy

by C J Friend

There once was a cowboy in old San Antone,
His hoss so skinny you could see every bone.
Yet, faster'n lightnin' that hoss could run
He'd be in Waco by the settin' of the sun.

One day this cowboy rode away from Tucson
His pockets a jinglin' from money he'd won
From racin' his pony to Phoenix and back,
For he had arrived hours ahead of the pack.

Way up to Montana, that cowboy did go.
The land was a buried 'neath ten feet of snow,
But that didn't slow him, not even a mite.
His hoss sprouted wings and then they took flight.

No one could beat him--they were much too slow--
'Til one day he stopped in Medicine Bow.
There he met a gal set on being his wife,
And he was challenged to the race of his life.

His hoss did his best--no one can deny--
But it wasn't enough, and he never knew why.
Her roan went by him like he was standin' still,
And the cowboy ended up married against his will.