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Show 'Twas on one of these trips to Bluff City, Sooner, he tarried too late. Stood the stud and the dog at the hitch post, Both more than happy to wait. Well, old Sooner, he jawed with Dick's missus. For their health's sakes, they had a few beers. Then he inquired of Lum, 'bout his milk cows, And they both partook of the cheers. Sooner, he loved that old stud horse, So he poured him a hatful of beer. The dog, he got a full ration, As he was good company so dear. Well, he visited with one, then another. He paid all the calls that he owed. Then in the wee of the night they headed home, Carrying an oversized load. Well, the dog he was rested and frisky. The stud horse was not feelin' frail. But Sooner, he felt the least pain of all As they turned and took the home trail. Now they took their route up Cow Canyon, Three happy creatures, that night. When out of the cave comin' toward them, Appeared a most horrible sight. The critter, he said, "You drunk cowboy, Your time's come, you've played out your role. I just came through the cave from hell, To harvest your wicked soul." Well, Sooner, he looked at the critter. Couldn't see too good through the beer. But them hooves and horns and hair and stuff Looked just like a maverick steer. Cowboy Poetry From Utah 79 |