FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

Gettin' in Nature's Way

There are some things you see that you never forget. Not like the dust balls under the bed. No these memories endure... like a first-rate family feud, The lightning that pert' near gotcha, or catching Aunt Bess in the nude.

animals, nest, life

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

Pete 'n' Pat

Got me a team of Belgians, work horses, son, they're pullin' hellions. One named Pete and one named Pat, weigh a ton apiece, or I'll eat my hat.

horses, team, yodel

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

A Cowboyin' Day

Morning is just a thin line to the east As you steps in the corral and captures a beast. Cold saddle blankets, hey cock-a-doodle-doo Don't buck now, you booger; you'll break me in two.

morning, cowboy, breakfast

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

Beer Can Bob

Old Beer Can Bob from Butte, Montana, got breath like a buzzard and a beard like Santa.

drunk, beer, yodel

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

This Ol' Hat

This old hat ain't much to look at these days, But I remember back a few years When me and it turned a few gals' heads And commanded some respect from my peers.

hat, memories, stains

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

Ol' Cowpoke

I'm an old cowpoke. I don't smoke no dope. I swings a rope and eats antelope. No son of thunder's got me buffaloed.

cowboy, roper, buck

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

Grandpa's Early Mornin's

Grandpa was a rancher; he come from the old school. The earlier the better was his cardinal rule. He'd roust us kids up in the middle of the night- "Rise and shine, girls!" he'd yell as he blinded us with the light.

grandfather, morning, cold

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

Dena Rose

It was out west of Denver near the Great Divide. 'Long the side of the road, hitchin' a ride, was a pretty little girl by the name of Dena Rose.

hitchhiker, cowboy, love

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

The Best Cowboys Ain't Always Human

During the depths of the Depression, When America drew shallow breaths, Bob had to find a way To keep from starving to death.

horses, cowboy, ranch

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

My Husband and I

When my husband comes in from his work, tired and cold, tell you right now, I never do scold but find him a chair in some cozy nook and have quite handy his paper and book.

husband, wife, love

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

The Two Things in Life

There's two things in life that I really love.

women, saddle, horses

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

The First Cowboy Song

When the wind comes whistlin' through the pines, a cowboy rides his sleepin' herd all through the night.

cowboy, song, coyote

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

Two Lessons

I was feeding hay to my horses one evening, hurrying to get done. This night I had plans with my family and friends, kinda special ones.

injury, horse, veterinary medicine

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

The Real Live Buckaroo

Now I ain't the kinda cowboy that you'll see on TV. I wasn't near as purty as Momma wanted me to be.

country music, alchohol, cowboy

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

Ken's Horseshoein' School of Hard Knocks

Shoeing horses is a darned hard job, and don't you dare call me a shoer. But if a horse loses a shoe in the back country, well, somebody's gotta do 'er.

horseshoe, education, nails

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

Socco's Saturday Night

Old Socco still runs the old Crow Valley Inn, way out on the prairie alone in the wind. Too thirsty to live, too stubborn to die, just a speck on the map like the dust in your eye.

bar, dance, yodel

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

Back When We Was Kids

I grew up in the shadow of the Rockies. In the grand ol' West, yes sir, I did. And danged if we didn't have us a time back when we was kids.

memories, horses, races

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

The Blizzard

Four Montana hands, different every man, saddled up one cracklin' fall mornin'. Lucky trusted fate, and me, I plays her straight.

blizzard, cattle, endurance

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

The Bullrider

I recall wanting to ride bulls years ago and a debate I had with my dad. I allowed how this would be my ticket to the stars. Dad agreed... I would see stars, and a bull was a launching pad.

rodeo, bull, roper

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

Skeeter

I first saw Skeeter stumble off a truck down to his last bet. A sagebrush winter in New Mexico had starved him half to death.

horse, dude ranch, age

Gary McMahan in Poetry & Song

Gary McMahan

FOLK COLL 11 M-70

Gary McMahan

The Santa Fe Trail

John Phineas Hinky's me handle. I'm a bullwhacker from Missouri folks call "Hink" And I'll tell ya 'bout the Santa Fe trail When it was the only link 'Tween the U.S. of A. and Old Mexico, Of which I was an accessory. And I will not lie to you Unless absolutely necessary.

cattle, mines, trail

One Hundred Poems

Waddie Mitchell

FOLK COLL 11 M-73

Waddie Mitchell

A Poet with Something to Say

He hints of the tack room and juniper smoke Comes off like a sure'nuff wage drawin' cowpoke In search of a ridin' job, meal, or a toke Or an angel on her way astray

poet, cowboy, music

One Hundred Poems

Waddie Mitchell

FOLK COLL 11 M-73

Waddie Mitchell

Belle of the Ball

I drove her all right To the shindig that night 'Course I said it was just for the ride But it probably bought Me some dances, I thought As I walked with her proudly inside

dance, club, beauty

One Hundred Poems

Waddie Mitchell

FOLK COLL 11 M-73

Waddie Mitchell

Cudda Been Worse

When the chore boy's two dogs run them steers in the bogs Them curs an' that chore boy got cursed Cost two days of hard work in the mud an' the murk 'Tweren't much fun but, it cudda been worse

luck, accident, injury

One Hundred Poems

Waddie Mitchell

FOLK COLL 11 M-73

Waddie Mitchell

Harsh Words

If you face an altercation With a loved one or a friend And what you say just may determine How things turn out in the end Hold a tight rein on emotions Keep them checked at any cost Or they might stampede all your senses And a temper's easily lost

words, anger, care