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Show I tried to pull the lasso tight As the deer's feet hit the ground, But instead of running from his foe The damned deer turned around. And with his antlers swinging high He came with a bound and bump, And before old Red could step aside He'd been gored, in the rump. Then Red commenced to buckin' As he tried to shake that deer, And sittin' in the saddle I could feel a chill of fear. The crew was all a-cheerin' At that deer and Red and me And they said when it was over That it was a sight to see. Red tossed me from the saddle And I flew out with ease, And landed in the prickly pears Beneath the cedar trees. That old deer kicked into the air And then shook off the noose, So I thanked God as I sat there That that darned deer was loose. Well, the men paid Joe a twenty But he wouldn't take my dough 'Cause he said that I had earned it When I gave the boys a show. Yet the moral of this story is- As I sit drinkin' beer- I might be one good roper, But I've roped my last deer! Floydjensen Cowboy Poetry From Utah 89 |