FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Lightnin'
On the O.R.O.'s where the remuda is made up, of each man's string, There was a horse called Lightnin', of all the remuda he was king.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
The Old Home Ain't The Same Place
The old home ain't the same place, Since you are gone. The days and nights are lonely for me now, But, darlin', though it's Hell, I want You to get well, and until then Well, I'll get by somehow.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
The Kid
I'm a curly wolf from Bitter Creek, And tonight's my night to howl. As I go around from place to place, I'm really on the prowl.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
R.C.Q.
There are so darned many initials, That came out since the war. It keeps a feller figurin' what they mean. As there is always some that he ain't heard before.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
I Guess It Is Religion
There is bound to be somebody, somewhere, That watches over people like me. If there wasn't somebody somewhere, I think in a cold grave I'd be.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
A Few Cowboy Rules
Be patient with a green colt, Be kind to a child. If you're handlin' thin cattle, Don't try to get wild.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Old Bay
Today I found a picture, that I had put away, Of a quarterhorse with a strip in his face, that I called Old Bay.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Remember
When the north wind blows high on the mountain, and an old cow bawls down below, Think of me sometimes, old pardner, as a friend you used to know.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
The Barrel Racer
You've been all day round the rodeo, with your heart beating steady, When the announcer yells out, "Barrel Racers get ready!"
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Schurz
Out in old Nevada, where the Walker River flows, From out of the high Sierras, feeding from its snows.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Jake
Catch your horse and get him saddled, Hours before the dawn. Many miles to ride before sundown, The spring roundup is on.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
The Lonesome Ones
God, please help the lonesome ones, who walk upon your earth, They travel near, they travel far, not knowing their real worth.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Loco And Liquor
I've seen drought, depression, and fire-swept rangeland, in this life of mine, But the worst I ever did see, is horses crazed by loco, or cowboys drunk on wine.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Gamblin'
Been thinkin' 'bout Nevada, with her sky so big and blue, The people that live here, and the gamblin' that they do.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Going Back
Crags and rocks and rattlesnakes, And hotly blazing sun, Mesquite, catclaw and cactus, Cattle on the run.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
A Time For Remembering
The wind howls round my cabin tonight, gosh, but its gettn' cold, A storm comin' in on the wings of the wind, joints say I'm getting' old.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Nevada
Some folks think of Nevada. As all gamblin' halls and lights, As a crazy kind of livin', Of sleepin' days and livin' nights.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
On That Other Range
This old cowboy like many others, He just had to go, To that other range up yonder, While we stay here below.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Mahone Camp
Did you ever stay in a cow camp, When the snow was fallin' down, Pilin' up on snowbanks, That have covered all the ground?
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Georgie Connell Sicking
October 1945
There is another good cowboy gone, From the O.R.O. range. I guess it was just his tim eto go, So he made the change.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Nevada's Subtle Beauty
Did you ever see a dust train, just weavin' and a'windin' Made by a car or pickup, goin' across an open valley, To a ranch or mine location, many miles from town?
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Be Yourself
When I was young and foolish, The woman said to me, "Take off those spurs and comb your hair, If a lady you will be."
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Country Rewards
You ask me why I love this way of life, Never thought much about it. I think that if I moved to town, I would sure die without it.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Blood Sweat And Tears
Blood, sweat and tears, Some folks just don't understand, Just what it takes sometimes, To become owners of this land.
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Believe It
Stranged you have asked me, What inspires a cowboy poem. It could be a way of preserving, Memories of a well loved home.