FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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On the Trail

FC 11 J-21

Billy James

Paper Trail

When cowboys are out on the trail so long It helps 'em to carry some things there along, Now six-gun, his boots and his pants, shirt and hat Are part of his life,

On the Trail

FC 11 J-21

Billy James

Snow

See the snow! Watch if flow From on high to here below! All the world's a white pillow Made of snow, blanket snow.

On the Trail

FC 11 J-21

Billy James

Who's There?

As I was layin' out one night The stars were dim, the moon half bright, The herd was still, all bedded down, And breezes dancin' all aroun'

On the Trail

FC 11 J-21

Billy James

Sunday on the Trail

I pulled that bedroll up real snug and turned and shook a bit. The air is crips and sweet and clean as sunrays start to hit.

On the Trail

FC 11 J-21

Billy James

Comanche

Comanche was a horse I had When I was just a strapling lad And he was just ayoung colt, too; So me and him together grew, His coat was grey, with main dark black

On the Trail

FC 11 J-21

Billy James

Riding Drag

I got my kerchief pulled up snug That helps me quite a bit; My hat brim's bent down o'er my eyes; I wish some wind we'd git.

On the Trail

FC 11 J-21

Billy James

A Tree on the Trail

One day on the trail I looked at a tree That seemed to be somewhat a mystery. It stood there alone on what old cattle trail;

On the Trail

FC 11 J-21

Billy James

Leaving Camp

The campfire's warm, the coffee's hot With all us wranglers round that pot. We laugh and talk and jaw a bit; And tell tall tales to show our wit.

At the Church House

FC 11 J-22

Billy James

Do Cowboys Pray?

Well, I don't know them fancy words that's sweet, and nice and grand; But out here on the range I know I see the Master's hand.

At the Church House

FC 11 J-22

Billy James

Fed on this Grain

Oats for your horses and barley for still Wheat for the flour and corn for the mill, Flax for the oil and linen cloth, too.Rice for the hungry, like me and like you. Rye for the pasture, and sorghum for feed

At the Church House

FC 11 J-22

Billy James

Bridle that Horse

Put a bridle on that horse He breaks out with such a force Gates are broken, fences torn People hurt from all his scorn

At the Church House

FC 11 J-22

Billy James

Day Stary, Night Star

While I was camping out one night, and looking up on high, I saw this star so powerful bright, just centered in the sky. It brought to mind a story that I heard when I was small.

At the Church House

FC 11 J-22

Billy James

Signs in the Mind

I sure forget a lot of things now that I'm getting' old; Like where I tied my horse up last, or my coat when it's cold. I forget where I put my cup when coffee's to be drunk,

At the Church House

FC 11 J-22

Billy James

I'm Home

I wandered from home with my heart to the world. I wanted to have all this life could afford; But Christ there came to me, salvation unfurled,

At the Church House

FC 11 J-22

Billy James

Look back, Thou Cross of Christ

Look back, look back, thou cross of Christ! Look back where time began; And see your image sculptured there, Etched deep in God's Own plan Then with His hand He formed that land

At the Church House

FC 11 J-22

Billy James

Mixed Feelings

Hav eyou ever felt a brand new rope when it's so stiff and rough? You feel those little burrs on it, and throwing it is tough Or, have you felt a new born calf;

At the Church House

FC 11 J-22

Billy James

The Pew was Due

A special speaker came to town. Excitement filled the air. Why, He'd been out in Africa; There's lots of missions there. So we had planned to treat him well

At the Church House

FC 11 J-22

Billy James

A Cowboy Sunset

Today the sun was sinking in the west; And as it sank, its beams spread out around The herd of cattle as they looked for rest. It peked beneath the trees to spy the ground.

Horse Tales

FC 11 J-23

Billy James

Running Circles

They've got me runnin' cirlces; I wish that I was free. I've heard they was no fences In days that used to be

Horse Tales

FC 11 J-23

Billy James

Burned Hide

I remember when they burned my hide If horses could I woulda cried, It hurt so bad down on my rump When it was done I bucked and jumped

Horse Tales

FC 11 J-23

Billy James

Perfect Horse

Perfect horse! Yes, I am he! Listen to my life story. I am groomed and standing square Raise my high steps in the air. I stare down some worried steer.

Horse Tales

FC 11 J-23

Billy James

Hammerhead

"Hammerhead' they call my kind. Ugly name, but I don't mind. I got water, grass and mares. Call me names; I say, "Who cares?" Tangled mane and scarred up hide,

Horse Tales

FC 11 J-23

Billy James

The Plight of the Mustang

My days are over, course is run. That younger stallion finally won. I'll leave the herd, my mares behind. I know that he will treat them kind. Not many left now, anyway They have to scavenge food each day

Horse Tales

FC 11 J-23

Billy James

Three Steps, You're Out

I stepped to left, and stepped to right, And circled when they told me. I bowed and pranced and kept my gait So that they wouldn't scold me,

Horse Tales

FC 11 J-23

Billy James

Tossing a Cowboy

I'm gonna buck of fthis cowboy; Toss him right off on his rear! He chose to ride me on drag but I'm not supposed to be here. I should be point, or at right flank