Horses And Wars
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Now the cow camp is busy, the longhorns run easy
And the dark sky rolls in to meet
He rolls him a tiger and ties down his slicker
And slaps at some dust on his knee
Then he lays out a flat root and throws at the piebald
And laughs as the old pony does
Then the third time he caught him, I guess the old pony let him
The game's over when he started to cuss
Now the night watch is his and with his face to the wind
He nods as he rides past the boss
And he's humming a song that his granddaddy taught him
He's on the back of that old piebald horse
Then he rides off to cowtown when the fall work is over
And goes straight to the tube in his barn
Where he dances till morning with the prettiest ladies
And tells them stories about horses and wars
Now the cow camps are empty and the land's full of fences
And the cowboys feed hay in a truck
And the chuckwagon stands in a museum in Kansas
Just rotting and gathering dust
Well he rocks in an old chair his granddaddy made
When the plains were still open and free
His leggings still hang on a nail by his bed
They gave his spurs to his grandson last spring
Well he rolls him a tiger and stares at the wall
At a picture of him and the boss
And for a while he jumps cattle out of sagebrush and cedar
On the back of that old piebald horse
While he dreams he's in cowtown and dancing till morning
With the girls at the tube in his barn
Then he throws down a whiskey with a couple of cowboys
And they tell lies about horses and wars
He's seen in his lifetime a gas-powered jitney
And a picture that they sent back from Mars
But all that he prays for is to ride off to glory
On the back of that old piebald horse
While he dreams he's in cowtown and dancing till morning
With the girls at the tube in his barn
Then he throws down a whiskey with a couple of cowboys
And they tell lies about horses and wars