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Show OLD JACK SWENSEN'S RIDE Now if you're ever down in Goshen town Where the weeds grow with long roots, Just look around for a silly clown With cow dung on his boots. His name is old Jack Swensen, And you know I wouldn't lie, He's the thinnest man in the whole darn land And he stands about six feet high. One day when it was milking time Jack grabbed his old straw hat And headed to the pasture land With the skeeters and the gnats. Well, old Jack had bought a milk cow That was colored dapple gray And from the pasture to the barn Was a half-a-mile away. Old Bessie was a-waitin' there When Jack got to the gate, So he herded that old milk cow home Before it got too late. Now old Jack was a lazy cuss And he hated that long walk, So he climbed upon old Bessie's back Before they'd gone a block. Two kids was out a-huntin' toads And catchin' pollywogs, And standing there beside them Was a pair of mangy dogs. Well, they seen old Jack a-comin' So they thought they'd have some fun. One of the boys yelled "sic 'em" And the dogs went on the run. Cowboy Poetry From Utah 91 |