FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

I Love Montana

Here's to Montana the state that I love With the wide open spaes and the stars up above

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

A Montanan's Prayer

Montana's my home land. May God keep it free. For its' sons and it's daughters, That are yet to be.

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

The Jack Rabbit Hunt

My Dad he came to Montana In nineteen hundred thirteen With a covered wagon driving cattle behind Yes my Daddy was a cowboy back then

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

Ginger Was Her Name

I love my old mustangs, yes I love them all. But there's one I'm remembering from along time ago. She'd lift her head up and she'd snicker to me. Just an old mustang - Ginger was her name.

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

The Shack Out Back

Here I sit in the little shack out back The one where I got pinched by that crack Where the snow drifted in from a hole in the back

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

Great Grandson of Strawberry Roan

I lived right next door to the old 44 Back years ago when I was a kid I had a great grandson of the Strawberry Roan As a lot of the neighbors can atone

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

Montana Meadowlark

A big gray bird with a big yellow breast A big black V neck tie there on his chest At singing his song he is the best Says its springtime out here in the Midwest

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

Run Buffalo Run

Hooves like lighting flash in the sun Run buffalo run, run buffalo run Take your life with arrows and the knife Run buffalo run, run buffalo run

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

Old Babes Runaway

A long time ago when I was just a kid We drove a horse and cart to school like most kids did But this day would be different riding in that old cart A passing gas truck gave old Babe a sudden start

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

In The Beginning

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth He made the mountains, water, trees and the grass He did it in six days and a fine job He done But on the seventh He sat down to enjoy His bright sun

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

An Old Dying Breed

I'm the last don't you see of an old dying breed. A cowboy that nobody needs; the wild horse he goes, But nobody knows what it does to a cowboy when they're gone.

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

Riding the Bronco

I'm neigh 60 years old so I've been told At riding those bronco's I'm still really bold You see to get better when you're getting old Cause I've got a blue roan that hasn't been rolled

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

What About the Free

As I went out a riding one day Along my favorite ridge I saw the big white horse Coming on the run

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

Old Bossy's Direct Hit

Here's to that old milk cow Who gives milk so they say But mine never did I had to take it away

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

A Cowboy's Dream

One more time I'd like to relive Chasing wild horses out over that ridge Swap old tales of the times that we had It wasn't always easy and sometimes was sad

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

Big White Horse

Jesus is coming to get us on a big white horse I know For if it were not the truth He would have told me so. I'm going to help Him roundup His Christians and you know And take them up to Heaven on a big white horse I know

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

Old Billy's Last Ride

One day on a hill I met Cowboy Slim. His face taut, his eyes sad and grim. I ask why you sit here on this hill? Slim said, "Down that canyon lies my Brother Bill."

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

Pamela Cayer

I was struggling through life, there was so much strife It seemed like it was at an end Then it happened to me I was set free My Pamela, Pamela Cayer

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

Blue Bird Trail Ghosts

Riding along the old Blue Bird Trail Like the old cowboys did our cattle for sale Around the campfire to the old cowboys we toast But out here on the trail old cowboys are ghosts

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

In Jesus I Believe

I wrote this poem for Jesus He's the one who paid it all So I'll thank Him oh so kindly Where I sell my calves this fall

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

Breaking the Rumuda

They say they're breaking Broncs They were gonna run wild horses From Fort Peck to the Big Dry Saddled up my horses to give it a try

Cowboy Poetry

FC 11 D-26

Gale Drewry

On The Mountain

I have traveled the whole wide world over and I've seen everything you can see I have tasted all life has to offer but there's nothing so good as God's great love

From My Window and Other Poems

FC 11 H-48

Yvonne Hollenbeck

The "Western Words" Dictionary

We raise a lot of horses out on our Dakota ranch and my husband likes to break some every time he gets a chance

From My Window and Other Poems

FC 11 H-48

Yvonne Hollenbeck

A Ranch Wife

I've been asked many times in my travels what it's like on a ranch in the West; and I guess that my life is quite different, 'cause there aren't many ranch wives that's left.

From My Window and Other Poems

FC 11 H-48

Yvonne Hollenbeck

What Would Martha Do?

Martha's making millions showing people how to cook with her syndicated TV Show, her magazines and books. But she don't know a darned bit more than gals like me and you 'though we don't get a nickel for the many things we do.