Ole Sally 'n' Me

Yeah, ole Sally and me,
we’re a right fine pair,
We’ve been ridin’ the range
wif out nary a care.

Fer twenty some years
we’ve lived a western life.
With my ole hoss bein’
the closest thing fer a wife.

Now ole Sally here,
has become quite a nag,
she’s gittin’ long in the tooth
‘n’ her back sure do sag.

She was once a fine filly,
way back in her day,
strong, smart ‘n’ fast,
a right purdy li’l bay.

And I was one strappin’
figger of a man,
settin’ tall in the saddle
like only a cowboy can.

We made quite a team
in all dem years,
wrangling dem doggies
and longhorn steers.

I’ve roped ’n’ I’ve branded,
dug a post hole or two.
Even handled the chuck wagon,
t’weren’t nuffin’ I wouldn’t do.

We’ve been on long cattle drives,
from El Paso ’n’ Timbuktu,
to Cheyenne ‘n’ Laredo,
that’s jest to name a few.

Now Sally and I are tired,
we’ve worked hard fer our pay.
We’s lookin’ for bed ‘n’ barn,
come the end of our long day.

We’ve had our last ride,
‘n’ due a final rest.
Fer ole Sally and me,
yeah, we were the best.