Titles
starting with letter "M" - "N"
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"Mac"
by
Brenda Riley-Seymore
There
was an ole Arab by the name of "Mac"
He wasn't worth as much as his tack
The "born again Cowboy" who owned him
got him for free
well, he didn't know about Arabs
you see!
He'd only been ridin at a friends here and there
A horse was a horse
He didnt care
Ole "Mac's" back dipped
like a someone carved out a chair
and it took 3 or so pads
to keep a saddle there
He had the manners of a biker in a bar
that poor novice Cowboy
would have been better off
with a car
"Mac" hated to get bathed
and he would pull back and run
makin that Cowboy mad
and swear more than some
"Mac" wouldn't stand still
for even a minute of two
And if you weren't careful
He'd bruise yer toe for you
Out on the trail
he threw a shoe
so the Cowboy got off
to see what he could do
Well that Arab left him
To walk a mile or two
made this new Cowboy sing
the "boots hurt" blues
The Cowboy went to clinics
and bought mountians of books
a 100 videos on "how to"
if that's what it took
To find a way to train that Arab
to make him a good one
he studied, he tried
but it still didn't get done
No matter how good the book
or him tryin all the things
that the experts would say
That ole Arab still had his way
"Mac" didn't like to be tied
and he hated to be rode
and he never did anything
that he was told
He was scared of cattle
and didn't like to be wet
and when he saw him comin
he tried to kick the vet
All the way back to the barn
He would dance and jig
No matter what kinda bit
or how fancy the rig
When he went ridin
I'm willin to bet
that Cowboy was more tired comin back
then when he went
But ole "Mac" was as fresh as could be
and the lesson given
was happlily unlearned
T'was the Cowboy
that always got burned
So if yer a new Cowboy
here's a piece of advice
if you want to be miserable
just take a wife
If someone offers you
A horse for free
better take a look
at his family tree
cuz if Arab blood runs in his veins
T'would be wiser
to think again
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MATTER OF PRIDE
By Robert "Smitty" Smith
(LaneLegend)
They say cowboys ain't easy to hold
Well this ain't always true
For cowboys have a heart
And they can show love too
A cowboys heart can break
But they won't let it show
They put on a rough exterior
Hoping you won't know
You see, a cowboy's known for pride
With a knack for hangin' on
So he holds it all inside
Whenever he's done wrong
So when a cowboy's ready to try
And he finally gets a grip
It's all a matter of pride
If he should let it slip
I know 'cause I'm a cowboy
Who got bucked off his ride
I won't show how much it hurts
It's just a matter of pride
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MAYBE AFTER CHEYENNE
by Brenda Riley-Seymore
(smthgwked6@aol.com)
Walked up to my horse
It could be worse
He's still a little sore
But he can run the course
He is as tired as me
But we've already paid our entry fee
The number is pinned on my back
I push my hat down hard over my eyes
So it will stay on when we run
I hate to lose it in the dirt
Cant afford a new one, short of funds
Tighten my cinch
Grab my reins and some mane
Swing on
Take a deep seat
Time to compete
Timer is ready
The man at the gate
Waving me into the alley
Someone opens the gate
My horse rares, he's a little hot
Side passes and I straighten him out
I hear the boys shout
Nostrils flared, lined in red
I grab his head
His ears are up, a hump in his back
Grab my horn, take a little care
So he don't leave me sittin in mid air
Flag is down
One jump into a dead run
He breaks, like a pistol shot
We give it all we got
Turn and Burn, my boot scrapes the ground
as we go around
the first barrel, tipped it some
he stumbled but he's a cat
he didn't fall, been there, done that
Number two was a close call
almost knocked over the barrel
we turned it a little too tight that's all
He stretches out and I go to the whip
use my spurs
heading for number three
the crowd is cheering us on
around I go, now runnin for home
hit the line, that was my time
Cowboys get out of the way as we run in the gate
It closes behind us
We slide to stop, and then wait
I hear the announcer give the time, well gee
14.3 not bad for a lame horse and me
Guess I'm in first place
Sides heaving, prancin some
I think my horse knows he's won
I smile and ride to my trailer
step down and tie him up
Pull off his tack, slip it on the rack
Then grab some liniment, and wrap his legs
This old bay is still a powder keg
Half broke, crazy, but fast
Never thought he would last
One down, 13 more to go
Time to load him up
and hit the road
Get in my Ford, settle in
Turn the key, and then
Find some country music
deepen the bass, check my face
Whistle for the dogs
to jump in the back
The diesel engine drones
We are on our way
But not going home
149 miles to Dallas
before we can rest
And once again
we will be put to the test
We are on our way
Tomorrow is another Rodeo, another day
The moon lights the night
The music is rockin as the wheels burn the miles
My mind wanders to my man
The one I love, the one I miss
His arms, his kiss
Someday I will settle down
stop travelin from town to town
If I make it to the finals
and have my glory ride
My horse and me will retire
and I will spend my days
by the fire with my man
maybe next year after Cheyenne
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ME AN' LIL JOE
By Rambli9487
Load up its time to go,
Come on get in,
Lets go Lil' Joe,
Come on my old friend.
We're off to another rodeo,
Just me,my mutt, and Lil ' Joe,
Its the only life we will with go,
Some times we're up and then we can be low.
Its an entry,3 barrels, and then on home,
The crowd may roar,
Lil ' Joe loves it, all the way to his bone,
To us this life is never a bore.
I been at this since I was a littgle girl,
I grew up behind theses ol' chutes,
My younger years went by in a whirl,
Some say the rodeo is for the brutes!
But we finaly made it Lil ' Joe,
Marmy said we would,
We've made it to the National Finals Roedo,
I wish daddy could see, oh I wish he could!
But Daddy's gone now,
So this ones for him,
I dont know how
But we gotta win!
After we are the last to run,
No one did that bad,
BUt I cant believe it, we won!!!!!!!
Oh Lil ' Joe, wouldnt Daddy be glad!
So daddy this one is for you,
and Marmy too,
Thanx for bein true,
and Marmy, I LOVE U !!!!!!!!!!!!
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MY BEST FRIEND (1)
By: Jessica Clark
(Polebendr0)
She was a Poco mare,
And riding her was quite a dare.
The first time I saw her
She was such a pitiful sight,
All shaking and shivering from the long hard night.
No one really understood her,
Why she would run and run and run.
She would run with the wind just because it was fun.
No one understood why she would run forever,
Obviously she wasn't very clever.
'Cause the next mornin' she'd be as lame as a drunk fool,
Who stood on a nail because he wanted to be cool.
I can tell you why she ran,
Ran so fast that she had many a fan.
She ran because she loved me you see,
She loved me as much as He loves me.
We had fun out in the fields,
Running and running with the wind at our heels.
We both had to learn when she had enough,
But makin' her stop, it sure was tough.
Her heart was as big as the Texas sky,
And because of that, for me, she would fly.
Why for me you ask?
Because I understood her one great task.
She wanted a partner, a partner for life.
Someone that would love her, even when she lost her fight.
Her runs were always full of heart,
Even when I didn't do my part.
Sometimes I let her down you see,
But she was always there for me.
She took me to the top one year,
Father than anyone ever would have thought.
After that she said she was done,
And I respected that, for we had won,
Won more than anyone ever thought,
Taking us both to the top.
I never could have done it without her,
She gave me the best years of her life and cheer.
This is why, I always say,
No other horse could ever beat that bay.
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MY BEST FRIEND (2)
BrlRcr2002
We've been together
Through the thick and the thin,
You were there for me
Time and time again.
You were my rational side
I could cry on your shoulder,
And if all you did was listen,
It helped me remove that emotional boulder.
I came to visit you everyday
Even though life for me right then was tough,
Everything that stressed me I told you
I could only imagine for you it was rough.
You never judged me,
You listened to my thoughts
Now I know in my heart,
True friendship can't be bought.
Now, as I sit here and think,
It's sort of funny of course.
Who would have thought,
My best friend was a horse?
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MY COWGIRL
By Marty Buchanan
MLBEXAS
MY COWGIRL IS TOUGH AND KEEN
SHE SMILES THAT SMILE
A WAY NEVER SEEN
SHE RIDES THE HORSES FROM SUN UP TO SUN DOWN
YOU'LL NEVER FIND HER
SHOPPIN IN TOWN
NO PAINT AND NO NAILS
NOPE, SHE'S NOT THAT WAY
SAVES ALL HER LOVE FOR A RAINY DAY
SHE'S A WOMAN BUT A COWGIRL FIRST
BETTER THAN THE REST
EVEN AT HER WORST
SHE'S RODE BULLS HAND IN HAND
TRYIN TO FIND HER COWBOY MAN
THEY'RE PEAS IN A POD
YUP, TWO OF A KIND
NOTHIN GOES BETTER
THAN THAT FRAME OF MIND
WHERE CAN THEY BE FOUND
THE LORD ONLY KNOWS
PROBABLY AT A RODEO
ONE DAY I'LL FIND HER
AND YOU CAN BET WHEN I DO
I'LL NEVER LET GO
OF THE COWGIRL IN YOU
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MY FIRST YOUNG COLT
By Beverly Wall
PETTO1955
Pretty as a rocking horse,
black on white,
my first young colt,
my rookie in flight.
He's bucked at the blanket
and said "nay" to the bit,
the whites of his eyes showed
a fire was lit.
I call him "Spark"
and he lives up to his name,
we're best friends
yet I can't seem to tame
This wonderful colt,
my black and white paint.
He lives in my barn
but my "possession" he ain't.
He runs when the door opens,
kicking up hay,
but I roped him this morning
and he's mine for the day.
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MY HORSE, MY SADDLE & ME
By Laredotex
I'm here, thousands miles from nowhere
The saddle's creakin, spurs are jingli'
I can see the far horizon wherever I look
I'm just a cow-boy, a lone cow-boy
Who has just two ol' friends
My horse and my saddle.
I'm gonna ride 'till sundown
Accross the wide open range
'Neath the blue Texas sky.
I'm pushin' some longhorns
For the big round-up of the Two Bar Ranch.
At night, I'll sleep near a fire
With Coyotes singin' me a sad lullaby
Whereas stars gonna begin to glow.
My saddle will be my pillow
My palomino as only companion
Dreams will be my next destination.
Purple sundown light surrounds me
My horse's tired, so am I.
A place surrounded by tumblewheeds
Mesquites and chulas will be my bed.
I'll sleep on the prairie
As the bright Texas moon rides above me.
I know quite well I won't become a millionaire
But I really don't give a damn 'bout money,
'Cause I live the beautiful life ever.
I can ride wherever I want
Texas is my home
And we'll always be as free as the wind
My horse, my saddle and me.
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