Mountain Cowgirl
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Three Eyed Horse
by MC
Learn to sleep like a three-eyed horse
My father said, his voice was tired and hoarse
I left my bunk cranky with much remorse
It was calving time, requiring all on 24 hour duty
How do I sleep on my feet and not my booty
Sleep like a horse with three eyes he said
Stand at the corral, don't lie in your bed
The time for lying sleep is once you are dead
Lock your knees with closed eyes but alert
Don't count sheep or with Shepherds flirt
But I don't have a third eye and neither does a horse
I was young but not dumb, so I said it with force
It is an invisible ability when you stay the course
Like a horse you can awake on your feet ready to go
From the thermos take a quick sip of steaming old Joe
Coffee drinking age 10 was forbidden except at calving time
To me it didn't make sense, but that was their line
Like a sleeping horse with three eyes, it was one of a kine
I remember my first time turning a breech
I stood on a stool, it was quite a long reach
Finding the front feet pulling them out first
Followed by the head and neck, with pride I burst
Now for another, I was hooked I had the thirst
How many I turned I really don't know
But I sure earned those sips of steaming old Joe
I wanted to go to school and become a vet
I never did but that isn't a current regret
Sleeping on my feet alludes me yet
I never mastered the sleeping like a three eyed horse angler
You see, I was more of a cattle girl and less of a wrangler
by MC
Learn to sleep like a three-eyed horse
My father said, his voice was tired and hoarse
I left my bunk cranky with much remorse
It was calving time, requiring all on 24 hour duty
How do I sleep on my feet and not my booty
Sleep like a horse with three eyes he said
Stand at the corral, don't lie in your bed
The time for lying sleep is once you are dead
Lock your knees with closed eyes but alert
Don't count sheep or with Shepherds flirt
But I don't have a third eye and neither does a horse
I was young but not dumb, so I said it with force
It is an invisible ability when you stay the course
Like a horse you can awake on your feet ready to go
From the thermos take a quick sip of steaming old Joe
Coffee drinking age 10 was forbidden except at calving time
To me it didn't make sense, but that was their line
Like a sleeping horse with three eyes, it was one of a kine
I remember my first time turning a breech
I stood on a stool, it was quite a long reach
Finding the front feet pulling them out first
Followed by the head and neck, with pride I burst
Now for another, I was hooked I had the thirst
How many I turned I really don't know
But I sure earned those sips of steaming old Joe
I wanted to go to school and become a vet
I never did but that isn't a current regret
Sleeping on my feet alludes me yet
I never mastered the sleeping like a three eyed horse angler
You see, I was more of a cattle girl and less of a wrangler
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