balestabber
Well-known member
The cowboy was a cry'n---as he stood there alone
he just lost a friend---and a good chapperone
lay'n on a bed roll---no longer alive
his friend died of a cancer---on the last cattle drive
as he buried him on a hill---over look'n the herd
now quiet and still---not a sound could be heard
he thought about Heaven---where good friends meet
would his friend be there?---wouldn't that be neat
with one eye green---and one eye blue
the cowdog was a friend---both faithful and true
as he remembered the past---both the good and the bad
the cattle drives and roundups---were now gonna be sad
with no more storms---or life to battle
as he keeps watch---over land and cattle
he lost a good friend---this is true
stand'n on a hill---just him and ol' blue.
written by richard
july---2011
he just lost a friend---and a good chapperone
lay'n on a bed roll---no longer alive
his friend died of a cancer---on the last cattle drive
as he buried him on a hill---over look'n the herd
now quiet and still---not a sound could be heard
he thought about Heaven---where good friends meet
would his friend be there?---wouldn't that be neat
with one eye green---and one eye blue
the cowdog was a friend---both faithful and true
as he remembered the past---both the good and the bad
the cattle drives and roundups---were now gonna be sad
with no more storms---or life to battle
as he keeps watch---over land and cattle
he lost a good friend---this is true
stand'n on a hill---just him and ol' blue.
written by richard
july---2011