FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

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Ray Owens

Rememberin' Buck

Now and then you meet a feller That's the sort you're proud to know; They leave deep and lastin' footprints As down life's road they go.

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

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Ray Owens

The Schoolmarm

She wasn't very pretty; fact o' bizness, downright plain A little tall and gangly and she coulda stood to gain Some paddin' in the places

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

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Ray Owens

Good Sam Mary

A widow lived here years ago Who was famous hereabout For her kindness and a sayin' "would be a shame to throw it out." Folks tell about the time once

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

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Ray Owens

Grandpa's dime Store Glasses

I wrote a poem sometime back 'bout how Grandpa could cuss When he felt the provocation, he could sure stir up a fuss. I sitll remember one event that happened long ago

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

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Ray Owens

the boy in the Little Black Hat

A while back I was reminiscin'; sorta goin' back in time And recallin' special mem'ries that make up this life of mine while siftin' through the veil of years,

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

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Ray Owens

The Saddle His Granddaddy Rode

Just a dusty old saddle with rolled under skirts Its fenders were curled up and cracked. It hardly resembled how it looked in its prime When it sat on a good horse's back.

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

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Ray Owens

Tribute

There's a story in the bible; Mathew twenty-five, fourteen 'Bout our talents, how we use 'em; and the good their use can bring.

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

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Ray Owens

Conversation with a Friend

Well, the doctor's office called me 'bout an hour or so ago Said they had some news from my last tests they thought I oughtta know

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

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Ray Owens

Maggie

What's the story on that old mare? Well, sir that's quite a tale. It would take a while to tell it and NOPE! she ain't for sale. Yeah, we're talkin' 'bout the same horse;

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

FC 11 O-10

Ray Owens

Charlie

Old Charlie's just a burro; he's a long-eared ugly beast In an equine beauty contest, ain't no doubt he'd score the least His appearance ain't exactlty

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Ray Owens

Tick Pickin' Time

I guess that I'm like most folks; there's some things I hate to do Though I think I'm well-adjusted and my dislikes are just a few But this one chore comes ev'ry year,

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

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Ray Owens

Lucy at the Gate

We've got a dog named Lucy; had her now about ten years Never pay her much attention. There's even times when it appears That we hardly know when she's around; or else, don't really care

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

FC 11 O-10

Ray Owens

Leadin' the Way

See that old hide behind me? He ain't just some old steer He's one of the top hands on this place; has been for many a year. A dozen years he's led the drive and sure 'nuff earns his pay

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

FC 11 O-10

Ray Owens

Meditation

Some say stock ain't got no feelin's but I sorta question that 'Cause there's a couple dozen mem'ries tucked away beneath my hat

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

FC 11 O-10

Ray Owens

Hoss

He came strollin' down the road one day, back some time ago Tenor twelve years I'd guess; I really just don't know 'Twas a summer day I recollect,

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

FC 11 O-10

Ray Owens

First You Feed Your Horse

A cold and lust'ry, bitter night The boy was nearly froze His hands were numb upon the reins, No feelin' in his toes

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

FC 11 O-10

Ray Owens

Some Boots are Made for Keepin'

We've got alittle pair of boots we're keepin' just because It seems to us the thing to do, and so far, there ain't no laws Sayin' folks can't keep their mem'ries

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

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Ray Owens

Some Thing Just Never Change

Looks like we'll make it, little feller. Just a few more miles to go Then we'll be outta this ol' howlin' wind and cold, bone-chillin' snow That ol' blizzard was a curly wolf,

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Ray Owens

The Saga of Sandhills Pete

Now Sandhills Pete was sixty-past; been single all his life When one day he just decided that he oughta have a wife He came across an ad while readin' FEEDPEN magazine

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

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Ray Owens

Where do We Go From Here?

Ol' hoss, I'll bet you're wond'rin' Where do we go from here? Exactly where it is we're headin' Wall, the answer ain't that clear. I just felt a need for gon'

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Ray Owens

Counterfeit

The way we knew he wasn't was because he said he was And the real ones never feel the need to claim How good they are or what they've done that makes 'em qualified

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

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Ray Owens

An Inch of Rain

There's water runnin' through the draw The road's washed out again But that makes me no never mind 'Cause we got an inch of rain.

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Ray Owens

The High School Class Reunion

It was in the third week of July, (the hot time of the year), When theyall began to gather from places far and near For their high school class reunion,

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

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Ray Owens

The Legend

There's a story told by cowboys from parts near and far away 'Bout a rank, wild buckin' bronco by the name of Y2K. The Y was short for Yeller, the color of his hide

Cowboy Poetry: Tracks That Won't Blow Out

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Ray Owens

The Marriage Proposal

He wrote a long love letter. Labored hard to get it right It was goin' to his own true love so special in his sight He tried to use the grammar learned in school so long ago