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Cowboys Don’t Read Poetry!

 

Poetry?  That’s sissified!

You know it ain’t fer me!

No lace doilie on th dash of MY truck

and don’t ask me over for tea.

 

I take my rhyme straight, just like my drink,

delivered by Willie or Merle.

With lots of guitar and fiddle strains;

read yore durned old poems to a girl.

 

I’ll just sit over here and think about cows

and those fences that need a man’s touch.

You go ahead and read if you want,

it sure won’t bother me much.

 

Say, that’s right purty, whoops didn’t mean that;

no, I didn’t mean the words that you said.

I was only complimenting such a fine hat

as the one you’ve got on your head.

 

No, you go right ahead, you ain’t bothering me none

as long as you’re sure that you see;

that even though I don’t mind it around,

Cowboys don’t read no po- e - try!

 

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