We love ya, Joe
You might see me in a rodeo down in Dallas or a saloon out in Phoenix. Packin' high into the Colorado mountains, or wanderin' a deer trail thru the badlands of New Mexico. I'm the one mommas warn their daughters about and the one she always hoped they might bring home. Hard to hold, damn harder to set free. I've had the love of a good woman and child, the pride of a good horse. My boot soles are thin from life's enduring trail and the knees of my britches worn thru from prayin'. I've known the good and the evil from bars to bedrooms and always willin' to trade a tomorrow for today. I've laughed at danger and wept at the sight of a newborn calf. I've got tattoos from tequila nites on the border, bruises from pickin fights with fence posts and scars from doin both at the same time. My hands are calloused from the work, my face tanned from the summer sun, but my touch is soft to a woman's cheek. My heart is strong like the mighty oak, but weak in the shadow of a female smile. I've had it all, and had nothing. I've been knocked down, I've been helped to my feet. I'm in your cities, your towns, the backstreets and feedlots. I've fought the weather, waded into war and mended a broken heart or two. I've been in some wrecks, I've had some good rides. If ya havent met me yet, I'm Joe cowboy...
Monte Walsh Arizona Territory 2004
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