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Show So we all throwed down a twenty And we didn't even flinch, Because the deer ate with the steers, So we knew we had a cinch. Then the boys all got together And they elected me, Because I had a ropin' horse As mean as he could be. So I saddled up old Whiskey Red And headed out to feed, And the other guys came with me With their hearts all filled with greed. When we got to the stockyard, They started feedin' steers, As I was winding up my rope And waiting for a deer. Then I saw a deer a-comin' I knew we was in luck So I throwed the spurs to Whiskey And went to catch a buck. I swung my lasso overhead As Red ran through the steers, And when I roped that two-point buck Old Red threw back his ears. I know that buck stood four foot high. Yet right before my eyes, When he came chargin' Red and me He grew ten times that size! He jumped and kicked with all four feet With hooves as sharp as glass, And I could see Red's shoulder bleed As the buck made his first pass. 88 Cowboy Poetry From Utah |