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Show From that day I had real good luck, Big Red never once offered to buck. He was a smart ol' horse, and willin' to learn, The critter never lived that he couldn't turn. The most one-man horse that I ever saw- To anyone but me, he was still an outlaw. Each morning I'd go and holler at Red He'd come on a run, and wait to get fed. The Boss came up to me one day Said, "I'll sell you Big Red for a full month's pay." He said, "I would never have believed if someone had said That there ever was a man who could tame Big Red." My pay wasn't much and the work was hard Eighty dollars a month, and my room and board. I gave him forty of my hard-earned dough- Now Big Red would be mine wherever I go. I done lots of riding, spent many long days Keeping track of the cattle and gatherin' up strays. I kinda looked forward to the days ahead, 'Cause I found pleasure in riding Big Red. I was gath'ring cows off the range one morning, When a storm moved in-it gave no warning. There was no place to go-we had to stay, There wasn't any shelter for miles away. I left Red there and walked 'round the bend To look for shelter and wait for the storm to end. The clouds got thick and the sky turned black, The thunder would roar, and the lightning would crack. I thought of Big Red, standing there all alone. I hurried right back, and when I found Big Red, The lightning had struck him, he layed there dead. I stood there stunned, then knelt by his side. Tears came to my eyes in spite of my pride- There is nothing I can do now that he is dead But there'll never be another horse like Red. If horses have a heaven, then after I die, Red and I will ride the ranges up there in the sky. Jon Pentz 118 Cowboy Poetry From Utah |