SUPPRESSING THE ART OF A DYING BREED
A young buckaroo with his pa
Go to the sale to rid this years stock
Young buck loved what he sees
Decides right there it’s the life he needs
He feels a rush of importance
Like work needs to be done
Working cowboys, that’s why they come
Being a cow boss is what he believed in
But him & pa came to town just to breakeven
Pops with a lot of land and a little luck
This wide-eyed cowpoke thought he was stuck
Then life came and happened
The new young cowboss quickly flattened
Poor impatient wanna-be wasn’t careful what he wished for
Got all he thought he wanted and plenty more
With a lot of land & little connections
Finding no partners became his frustration
Few cowboys to ask advice
Trying to learn all he could became this jokers vice
Generational partnerin outfit takes him in
Had a hellava life & they were close as kin
With a fire under his rear
& a young cowpoke without a losin fear
To soak in all he can
Before the day he knows, he’ll be the man
He wants to get back to the home ranch & push to expand
Knows not an attempt to mend torn relationships with growly old men
And you too would figure they'd want be your friend
Tell ya what they remember to know
Where few progressive men go
Pass on tricks of this dyin trade
if bitterness is allowed, his mind too will fade
Young bucks come & go
buts this antlered cuss refuses a no
Pushes and prods he finds few men
willing to take risk & buy all in
Knowing the tradition can be passed on
Before the cowman’s spilled over memory is all gone
To feed the world & for the land
and the critters that will be here in the end
I love this way of life and everything that comes within
The love, the pain, & what little bit of gain
When the goin gets rough emotions will reign
The young, old man knew those feelins came
And is sure to live life without a weak “mans” cane
To the ol wore, pissed off cowmen that built it all
The foundation I fight to build mine from
I’ll continue for this life
until that final calling day does come
If hell freezes over
and I see you on the other end
let’s just call it even, wheel horse friend
