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| >> Campfire Creative >> Poetry >> Inspirational >> ID #1240878 |
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| [Introduction]
COWBOY CODE I'm riding with an outfit That’s loyal to its brand. I've got a gun and a rope Which I keep close at hand Anyone who would harm What belongs to the brand They are my enemy, No matter who the man. Never have I ever lied Or stole from my boss, Nor let anyone else Regardless of cost. Late at night, beneath the stars, We sit around the fire; Drinking coffee and telling stories About whatever we desire. I feel the Lord cracks a smile When he watches us cowboys Looking up from down below At heaven with all its glories. Once I was so in love, I married a beautiful wife; She took ill and passed away So I chose a cowboy's life. My boss has a pretty wife; His family I respect. They treat me as I treat them So their lives I shall protect. The cowboy code can be found On the ranches of the West, Where real men still earn their place By being their very best. By Tom Zart |
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