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The Cowboysby Nancy Fowler ChristensonIt was the end of summer; the city got me down Collecting unemployment and just hanging around So I found a job that took me out of town Cooking for some cowboys Well, the road going out there nearly took my car apart And I have to confess that at the very start I had these negative notions deep in my heart About these things called "cowboys" Cowboys, I figured, have no brains to spare They couldn't have or why would they work way out there? And they've all got their ears hanging way below their hair These crazy guys called cowboys It was dark that first morning when I rolled out of bed To start frying the bacon and toasting the bread Figured I should have someone examine my head For taking this job with the cowboys The first few days were like serving a term Counting the days till my city return But I soon found I'd done a complete about-turn I really didn't mind the cowboys And if I hurried through the chores and got my cooking done I could get outdoors for a little fun Just me and the horse and the grass and the sun Feeling like a regular cowboy Oh, just like one of my cowboys One was a gentleman; one was a fool Some were hot-headed; others were cool And a couple of them made me out and out drool Some of those cowboys! No, it didn't take long for me to realize There were nervous vibrations from some of the wives I admit I had crushes on a couple of the guys But I never told the cowboys And I'll never, never tell which cowboys You see, I grew to envy them their wives and their homes Their sweet little children already half grown Here's me twenty-two and still all alone Just cooking for a bunch of cowboys Well, the day grew near for the job to close Sometimes it staggers me the way time goes And as I leave, I realize I'm going to miss those- Going to miss those cowboys Running down the road once more on my own So sad to leave a place where I felt so much at home There's something about it that went right to the bone My mind keeps going back to the cowboys I keep thinking about the cowboys And someday I'm going back to the cowboys © Copyright 1975 All rights reserved. |
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