Prit' Near House Broke|
Prit' Near House Broke
Now I write poetry for a livin',
between breaking colts and other stuff,
Aint held an honest job in years,
sometimes a cowboy's life is rough!
I used call myself a rancher,
And I still own as many cattle,
But if we relied on them for a livin'
We'd be up that Creek without a paddle.
So I write in rhymes and train my horses,
do the dishes and mop the floors,
Fix fences and peddle books,
In between the household chores.
I ride the range and scrub the pots,
try to write some stories down,
But what holds this place together,
Is a wife that works in town!
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