Mountain Cowgirl
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I asked my grandma why boys loved ridin buckin bulls
She said she didn't know, but thought they were fulls
My grandpa just said boys will be boys
And like pickups, bulls, and tractor toys
I was confused, not about the bull, but the tractor
Because I loved John Deere and as a girl that was a factor
I didn't understand about girls will be girls
And therefore love diamonds and pearls
And I still don't, I guess I never will
Even now as I journey over the hill
Thinkin about my rodeo days so silly
Twirling ropes and roping a billy
I should have never a bronc riddin
He hardly bucked, I went off, no kiddin
That goat debut labeled me a roper of goat horn
The Wrangler neighbor boys would tease with scorn
But if my bronc debut, at school, labeled me a derogatory bronc buster
My neighbor Wrangler bros took the kid down like old General Custer
Apparently it was alright for them to joke about my goat roping dance
But it was derogatory if other boys joked about their fake sisters stance
Now being old, ranchers are more polite, kind, and classy
And don't make such jokes about an old cow lady's chassis
That is the cost of doing rodeo participate
One never knows their future, their fate
Years later, I found it easier to help with making rodeo plans
Things like organize parking and help find country rodeo bands
The days behind the chutes working stock, helping cowboys flank
Were short lived because my skills never penciled out at the bank
Now, it is easiest just watch it on the Cowboy channel
Than spend hours and days helping the rodeo panel
Time to watch the dust fly rather than eat it
Now out to work in my yard, the heat I must beat it
Photo age 65 micro managing a rodeo cowboy
Getting him organized with horse, tack, and toy
That was before cancer struck, like a bronc it did buck
But thanks to the good Lord and not random luck
I can still be bossy, rather sassy, and throw a noose
Butt now I wear my jeans more relaxed and loose
In my own defense, I was given a $500 certificate gift
For modeling those tight jeans that helped gravity lift
I used the gift to buy a 4 WD Husky lawnmower
So out now to mow, no longer will y'all, I bore
She said she didn't know, but thought they were fulls
My grandpa just said boys will be boys
And like pickups, bulls, and tractor toys
I was confused, not about the bull, but the tractor
Because I loved John Deere and as a girl that was a factor
I didn't understand about girls will be girls
And therefore love diamonds and pearls
And I still don't, I guess I never will
Even now as I journey over the hill
Thinkin about my rodeo days so silly
Twirling ropes and roping a billy
I should have never a bronc riddin
He hardly bucked, I went off, no kiddin
That goat debut labeled me a roper of goat horn
The Wrangler neighbor boys would tease with scorn
But if my bronc debut, at school, labeled me a derogatory bronc buster
My neighbor Wrangler bros took the kid down like old General Custer
Apparently it was alright for them to joke about my goat roping dance
But it was derogatory if other boys joked about their fake sisters stance
Now being old, ranchers are more polite, kind, and classy
And don't make such jokes about an old cow lady's chassis
That is the cost of doing rodeo participate
One never knows their future, their fate
Years later, I found it easier to help with making rodeo plans
Things like organize parking and help find country rodeo bands
The days behind the chutes working stock, helping cowboys flank
Were short lived because my skills never penciled out at the bank
Now, it is easiest just watch it on the Cowboy channel
Than spend hours and days helping the rodeo panel
Time to watch the dust fly rather than eat it
Now out to work in my yard, the heat I must beat it
Photo age 65 micro managing a rodeo cowboy
Getting him organized with horse, tack, and toy
That was before cancer struck, like a bronc it did buck
But thanks to the good Lord and not random luck
I can still be bossy, rather sassy, and throw a noose
Butt now I wear my jeans more relaxed and loose
In my own defense, I was given a $500 certificate gift
For modeling those tight jeans that helped gravity lift
I used the gift to buy a 4 WD Husky lawnmower
So out now to mow, no longer will y'all, I bore
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