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Cowboys are a vanishing breed,
Although there are still some around;
But not driftin’ with tumbleweeds,
Like in western novels are found.
On a ranch, you might spot ‘em yet,
And they might ride a cowpony,
That’s a goldern dude ranch, I’ll bet,
Where fancy cowpokes are phony.
On ranches where they are legit,
And it’s real cattle that they tend,
Up on horses, they rarely sit.
Now, on pickup trucks they depend.
Ain’t no more long drives on the trail,
Pushin’ dumb critters toward slaughter.
Modern spreads are near roads or rail,
And there’s no shortage of water.
Yeah, you might find some punchers still,
Risking their necks at rodeo,
But most run up big doctor’s bills,
And can’t earn as much as they owe.
Romance is gone from that career,
To many bachelors’ regret.
The saloon bucking bull, I hear,
Is all the bronc bustin’ most get.
© By RickMack (Rmrickmack@aol.com)
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