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Feb 2019
Cowboys, they don’t say a lot  
But when they do they mean it
Me, I’m a cowboy, taciturn but not mean
Leaning back in my saddle
Living the dream
I never complain
Just do my job
Work on the plains
Cross rivers and streams
Content with joys it brings
Sunsets over the valleys
The natural hot springs
My co-wrangling partners
The songs that we sing
Campfires to chat, to maybe reminisce
About legendary trail rides
Maybe the wife’s last kiss
Sun or moon, we’re living like stars
Drunk on life
No time for bars
In the wide open
It sure feels like home
Just rolling along
Looking forward to home
Written by
Neville Johnson  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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