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-74A Cowboy A-foot There is nothing as sad or as sorry As a cowboy when he’s a-foot No hoofs, no wheels, no wings, Lord, how he hates to stay put. His boots ain’t made for walking. They’re built to slip in a stirrup. A-foot, he feels like he’s up to his butt In grade A maple syrup. But a cowboy horseback is a joyous, Wondrous sight to behold. Riding up old roads of wild flowers Into sunsets of lapiz and gold. A cowboy on wheels hauling something, Perhaps it is only his ass. He doesn’t haul as far or as fast these days Because of the price of gas. A cowboy with wings is a flyer. He says it’s like being a sailor. ’Cause if you’re in the sky or at sea, don’t you see, You cannot pull a horse trailer. Copyright © 2007 Steven Fromholz ...

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