I've rode one range to many, my ass is chapped.
I've lost too many barfights, I'm too old to scrap.
I've chased lots of mavericks,  broke too many broncs.
Thrown for a doozy, before I was stomped.
I've taken too many punches and kicks to the head.
I get so damn loopy I can't recall what I've said.
I've been over the hill, I've been under the weather.
I lived for the gusto, always Hellbent for leather
I've got me a hatband made of rattlesnake hide.
 A 6 inch long scar from being gored in the side
I've got my gonads, after I've been kicked a few times.
I'm a  cowboy poet and know it, mine are the best rhymes.
I've been over yonder, I'm always on top of my game.
My pistol comes quick to my hand, my rope is the same.
All the ladies I've loved for the most part loved me.
A cowboys life is the best way I've found to be free.
Now I can't mount my cavayo, my body's  stove in.
So I write about my adventures, hoping somebody grins.
Look for me at the Elko gathering, maybe I'll be there.
I still have a ton of tall tales I'm hoping to share.
D.L. Crockett -- 8/10/24