FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Checkin The Back Trail
FC 11 A-19
13
B.S. Aitken
Cowboy Doctorin
Most cowboys I know can fix anything With a chunk of balin wire or an old sack string They can fix up a saddle or sow up a shirt Heal up critters thats been cut or hurt
Checkin The Back Trail
FC 11 A-19
14
B.S. Aitken
The County Fair
Old Shorty and Slim showed up at the County Fair Slim done a little ropin and won some money there Well - They had too many snorts of old John Barley corn Ended up tryin to blow their saddle horn.
Checkin The Back Trail
FC 11 A-19
17
B.S. Aitken
Chicken Feed Horses
I'm just a bankrupt cowboy -- and folks it ain't no joke I have a bunch of horses -- that always keep me broke.
Checkin The Back Trail
FC 11 A-19
19
B.S. Aitken
Ben's Bar
Now, some folks think that bears don't drink But I'm tellin you folks it's true Cuz many a bar-- like Ben's Western Star Has thrown out one or two.
Checkin The Back Trail
FC 11 A-19
21
B.S. Aitken
Dog
Me and my dog-- were durnt near the same I go by Old Ben-- Old shep is his name We're just some outlaws-- who are bound to loose He only drink water-- it's me that drinks booze.
Checkin The Back Trail
FC 11 A-19
23
B.S. Aitken
Known The Difference
In the cattle country when spring is in full bloom Baby calves have mothered up -- brandin time is comin soon They bunch the little critters towards the old holdin pen Separate em from their mothers -- the brandin can begin.
Checkin The Back Trail
FC 11 A-19
25
B.S. Aitken
Skinny Dippin
The evenin sun was sittin low -- it had been a dusty trip Us cowboy's eyed that mountain stream -- decided we'd skinny dip.
Checkin The Back Trail
FC 11 A-19
27
B.S. Aitken
Chicken Britches
Around and around the old barnyard that rooster chased the hen They circled out beyond the corral -- Then doubled back again.
Checkin The Back Trail
FC 11 A-19
29
B.S. Aitken
Does A Cowboy Ever Pray
For a cowboy in a city there is nothin much to do Most city's have no place for a buckhoo Their feet get tired of poundin the pavement every day Its an awful place for a cowboy to have to stay.
Checkin The Back Trail
FC 11 A-19
31
B.S. Aitken
Sally Brown
When horse breeder Brown had to go into town He left his daughter Sally home alone To take the pay that came in that day From the study service they owned.
Checkin The Back Trail
FC 11 A-19
32
B.S. Aitken
The New Brew
What is this stuff the cowboy said as the waitress filled his glass He picked it up and smelled of it and said it wouldn't pass He put the cup up to his lips and took a sip so slow And says "There is no kick or bite, this stuff has got to go"
Checkin The Back Trail
FC 11 A-19
33
B.S. Aitken
The Old Visitor
He was a withered old cowhand -- his face was old and beat He stopped at my back door one day -- to beg a bite to eat His old and tattered hat -- was held by trembling bony hands He said he'd traveled far -- been living off the land
Checkin The Back Trail
FC 11 A-19
34
B.S. Aitken
Cowboy Chili
Now camp cookin can get mighty sad When the steak is tough and the beans go bad The tatters are soggy and the gravy is lumpy Every one around turns ornery and grumpy
Checkin The Back Trail
FC 11 A-19
35
B.S. Aitken
A Cowboy Legend
I've seen the canyons bloom in spring When winter fury gone Crossed the windy ridges Seen new grass comin on
Where Sagebrush Grows
FC 11 B-62
10
Darin Brookman
The Gather
As moonlight washes sagebrushed hills You feel the riders near. With songs of life and words of truth For those a'mind to hear.
Where Sagebrush Grows
FC 11 B-62
11
Darin Brookman
Archives
I hope there's still some cowboys When 3000 rolls around. I hope they've not been gathered up And driven off to town.
Where Sagebrush Grows
FC 11 B-62
14
Darin Brookman
Some Men
Some men aspire to fame and wealth To find that in the end, The things they've left will turn to dust And scatter in the wind.
Where Sagebrush Grows
FC 11 B-62
16
Darin Brookman
Said Scorpion To The T'rantula
"Oh woe is me." the Scarab cried, "My life could not be worse. To toil each day in dung and dirt Seems my eternal curse."
Where Sagebrush Grows
FC 11 B-62
18
Darin Brookman
Tempered Souls
I've seen the horses gamely trot Defiant in the still, With ears pricked up as if to test The strength of nature's will.
Where Sagebrush Grows
FC 11 B-62
19
Darin Brookman
Boogers In The Bushes
The weather snuck in past the bluffs, Sure messed up my bull hunt. It ghosted through the cedar trees Plumb rude, cold, wet, and blunt.
Where Sagebrush Grows
FC 11 B-62
22
Darin Brookman
Lookin' Back
I sit a horse on twilight's rim The shadows growing long, And in the peaceful quiet hear The coyote's yelping song.
Where Sagebrush Grows
FC 11 B-62
23
Darin Brookman
Instinct
What is it makes your old yard dog Bay all night at the moon In chorus with the wild coyote's Archaic clannish tune?
Where Sagebrush Grows
FC 11 B-62
26
Darin Brookman
Fine Art
My Ray Eads saddle's slick as snot A sure nuff cowboy's kack. The stitches straight, the stampin' deep Ol Ray's sure got the knack.
Where Sagebrush Grows
FC 11 B-62
27
Darin Brookman
Mad Cows
I just don't savvy all the fuss They're makin' overseas. 'Bout this so called new condition They've named Mad Cow Disease.
Where Sagebrush Grows
FC 11 B-62
29
Darin Brookman
Just Say No
No thanks I'll keep my town job friend, I hope you understand. Day work don't buy the groceries I found that out first hand.