"He Ain't No Cowboy" |
He ain't no cowboy, but he wears a cowboy hat. He's got a fancy pair of boots, but his belly's kinda fat. He ain't no long lean cowboy. He never rode the range, or mended broken fences; I think it's kinda strange, He drives a big ole pick-up truck never dent by cattle, four wheel drive never jumped no rocks, Its bumper doesn't rattle. He's never seen a rattlesnake, and never broke a horse, but he knows all the country steps, and line dances, of course. He ain't no cowboy. He smells too good to be. He's never seen a roundup, except for on TV. He's never laid beneath the giant western sky, or followed the trail of the tumbleweed, but I just dont know why. Steve Hodgin Copyright 1999 |
This poem was written as sort of a way of poking fun at myself. I actually have done many of the things depicted in this poem. I have broke horses and cared for cattle some. I like to two step but I hate line dancing (too confusing). I've crossed the path of several rattlers, but have only admired and imagined the hard life of a cowboy. My Grandpa was a Colorado dairyman. I have spent plenty of time out west. There is a glorious heritage we need to honor in our western past, and a code of honor which we need to dignify by our memories and songs. |
