FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Jim Ross

The Great Ones

What's in a horse's name you ask, And just how did they come to be? Well, my Keno, Babe and Daisy Were a prize trio, team of three

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The Way It Used To Be

As I spill juice on a scratch pad Recording my throughts of the day, I dream of the times that have been And cowboying the olden way.

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Jim Ross

That Blueberry Roan

Horses are a lot like humans, They share distinctive traits; But Flanigan, as I recall, Was the worst of reprobates.

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Jim Ross

On A Whim

Modern bunkhousees nowadays Have jalopies parked far and near; They don't only dim the landscape, They clutter up the atmosphere.

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Jim Ross

To John L.

Saddles, boots and horses, A cowboy tall and lean; Riding o'er the skyline On ranch that's yet pristine.

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Jim Ross

My Old Whitey

They say a white horse is tender, Can't stand a full circle ride; "Partner, I'll tell you they're crazy, 'Cuz mine can take it in stride."

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Jim Ross

Angora Wooly Chaps

Oh, you relics of the past, Nobody wears you anymore; But your place in western archives Is richly laced with cowboy lore.

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Jim Ross

Beef Or Mutton

Guess I am sort of out of date In this here cow game nowadays; I don't savvy all the lingo, Nor modern beef producin' ways.

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Jim Ross

It's Irritatin'

I'd been feelin' kinda peaked Since gettin' bucked off on my head, Then a rangy steer embarrassed me And put me smack in bed.

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Jim Ross

One More Request, Oh Lord

Guess it's time I started sayin' What's been on my mind a while; Just how grateful I am to You For my long life and for its style.

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Jim Ross

Croonin' To The Dogies

There's not a bucket yet been found That can carry a tune for me; There's no schoolmarm lit my pathway So's I can sing a ding-a-lee.

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Jim Ross

It Came To Pass At Duffy's

I was at Duffy's havin' gin When this here stranger saunters in; As his eyes made their wary probe I friendlies up, says, "My name's Job."

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Jim Ross

The Phantom Steer

They seared his hide and cropped his ear, Then slapped his rump and said, "Little steer, Go find your mommy, drink lots of milk, And keep your hair as soft as silk; We'll see you in about four years When we gather in our shipping steers."

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Jim Ross

An Old Cowboy's Dilemma

Casey rapped on his neighbor's door And entered when he heard "Come in"; Took his ease on a grubbox chair, Offered Charlie a cheery grin.

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Jim Ross

Just A Workin' Buckaroo

I don't flash a silver buckle, Nor do I sit a hand-tooled kack; My trottin' bag for shirts and jeans Is nothin' but a gunny sack.

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Jim Ross

In Need Of A Job

I am just an old time waddie, Proddin' bulls has been my game; Now I'm lookin' for some new range To ply my rustin' fame.

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Jim Ross

The Bull And The Bear

Been a cowman all my livin', By chance I met Wall Street; I thought that feller peddling stock Was selling red steer meat.

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Jim Ross

Striking It Rich

Did you ever dream of striking it rich, Of uncovering that mother lode; Of finding a lead so deep and so wide Your eyeballs would simply explode?

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Jim Ross

Wranglin' With Them She-Dudes

Dude wranglin's been with ranchin' Here in the West for years; Since barb wire fenced the ranges And black ponies took on gears.

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Jim Ross

The Smartest Deal I Ever Made

I got into a shootin' scrape, Two pistols barked as one; Hot lead split the atmosphere, My opponent dropped his gun.

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Jim Ross

Bowlegged Pete

Cowboy Pete was tall and skinny, Had a face like a tomahawk; His nose and ears and chin as well Would make a jackass gawk.

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Jim Ross

Cowboys, Cockleburs, And Crow Bait

A band of sheep a-blattin' Ain't the music of cows lowin', But often it's a band of sheep That has kept that cowman goin'.

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Jim Ross

The Day My Saddle Horn Blew Off

Now wind is part of the weather, It's discussed every day of the week; But you'd best not listen to what's bein' said If it's only the truth that you seek.

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Jim Ross

How I Got My Name

Some babes' names get handed down From generations of the past; Some are named for presidents Whose fame will ever last.

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Jim Ross

Friend Allen

He was tall and dark and handsome With a clear twinkle in his eye, And the curl in his friendly smile Was sincere but verged on the sly.