Went to the last branding the other day, beautiful day, good people, great food, cold beer, and I kept going over this poem smiling all day long. So thought I would put it up here again with new pics.
HEAVEN
When I get to heaven,
I'm sure He'll let me go.
Even with the bad things
I'm sure He has to know.
When my time has come tho,
I'll ride through the pearly gates,
For all of my good deeds,
He won't make me wait.
Soon as I get through there,
He will hand me the lead,
Of the best and fastest,
Of the angel steeds.
One that has no buck,
One that can do anything.
Good one to rope from,
Make your jinglebobs ring.
"Got a job for you"
Comes the order from the Boss.
"We've got to brand the calves,
Git up there on that hoss."
My job is to bring them,
Two hocks does my rope hold.
Those were the best words, I think
That I've ever been told.
My fate is to drag calves
For all eternity,
Can't believe the luck
Or what He did for me.
Every day from now on,
My chinks I get to wear,
And every day from now on,
There's the smell of burning hair.
From now on I ride
A horse that never tires,
And all day long,
We are dragging
Calves to the branding fire.
At the end of the day
We'll all sit down
And have us a big feast,
Of course you know the menu,
It has got to be roast BEEF!
HEAVEN
When I get to heaven,
I'm sure He'll let me go.
Even with the bad things
I'm sure He has to know.
When my time has come tho,
I'll ride through the pearly gates,
For all of my good deeds,
He won't make me wait.
Soon as I get through there,
He will hand me the lead,
Of the best and fastest,
Of the angel steeds.
One that has no buck,
One that can do anything.
Good one to rope from,
Make your jinglebobs ring.
"Got a job for you"
Comes the order from the Boss.
"We've got to brand the calves,
Git up there on that hoss."
My job is to bring them,
Two hocks does my rope hold.
Those were the best words, I think
That I've ever been told.
My fate is to drag calves
For all eternity,
Can't believe the luck
Or what He did for me.
Every day from now on,
My chinks I get to wear,
And every day from now on,
There's the smell of burning hair.
From now on I ride
A horse that never tires,
And all day long,
We are dragging
Calves to the branding fire.
At the end of the day
We'll all sit down
And have us a big feast,
Of course you know the menu,
It has got to be roast BEEF!