Cowboy Christmas

I'm just one little speck on this great big earth,
Only a few even knew of my birth.
Makes me feel unimportant and small,
Relative to it all.

At times I've not been very meek,
Been known to have a bit of a mean streak.
Not unusual for me to bellyache and moan,
I'd really rather be alone.

Out on the prairie ropin' and ridin',
Sittin' 'round the campfire strummin' and singin'.
This cowboy tradition without much strife,
Is my legacy and I love this life.

Dirt on my boots and dust on my hat,
The whole range is my doormat.
The hills are my home, the ground is my bed,
Reckon it will be 'till I'm dead.

Don't worry much what the whole world's doin',
Ask me, I think it headin' for ruin.
Lots of greedy and unkind fools,
Me? Why I'd rather trust my mules.

I've sure done my share of cussin",
Just ol' cowpokes hear my fussin'.
Don't know if I want to leave a mark,
Second thought, maybe I'd better get a start.

This ol' cowboy's growin' old,
His story's 'bout been told.
I know that man upstairs is keepin' score,
On this ol' cowboy's tales and lore.

So I'M gonna try to do one kind thing each day,
Brush my horse twice and give him more hay.
May even keep a watch on what I say,
And begin on this Christmas Holiday.

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