From dawn to dusk my horse breathes flames,
I'm a rodeo rider with no time for games.
I ride and I fly as I hang on to hair,
Ramming my spurs in the sides of a mare.
Every bone in my body feels some sort of pain,
No wonder the normal call me insane.
I’ll drink cold beer and smoke a skinny,
And in between paydays, I'll spend every penny.
So give me my horse and get out of the way,
As I ride off to glory, till my dieing day.
Waving my Stetson, as the crowd cheers me on,
How soon they’ll forget after I'm gone.
A contest entry
- Cowboy Roots by Maybe Anastasia.
300 points, ended June 5, 2007, 8 entries
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I liked it! Good solid write but I was a little disapointed by the last lines. I loved the title though! Good write and thanks for the entry.
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