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Show TIRED OF TOWN I'm fed up with this life I live. Oh what a shame and pity To think I'm wasting all this time Working in the city. There's some trails left I haven't rode Some ridges I ain't crossed. There must be cows without a brand And ropes I haven't tossed. Yes, I dream of being in them hills When the evening sun goes down, And look back on the wasted time I've spent here in this town. I long to smell the sagebrush And the fragrance of the pine, And the wild flowers on the hill That smell like cherry wine. I long to hear the coyotes Howling every night, And the singing of the morning dove With each morning light. I wish that I could be there For the roundup in the fall, To chase them cattle through the hills And hear them dogies bawl. Just to be out on the open range Riding all alone Are all the pleasures in this life That I ever want to own. Yes, I miss that wild ol' country Where a man can feel he's free, Living in this crowded city Just ain't the life for me. I dream of going there some day. Oh how my heart does yearn To leave this darned ol' city, And never more return. Jon Pentz Cowboy Poetry From Utah 119 |
