If youre not who you say you are, then who are you...?
I'm no cowboy, just a country boy. Adequately educated and somewhat regulated. A student of life, no pilgrim to strife and quite familiar with a fork and a knife. A fairly good boy, seldom coy and always pass on bein a boy toy. A teaser, a pleaser, surely no Ebenezer, I try to keep fit, have an abundance of wit, seriously funny, have my own money and I never call the neighbor’s wife, honey. I don't go with the flow, pretend I do when I really don’t know, hang with the crowd, and for the most part, I'm past getting too loud. A jack-of all-trades, a master of some, I’m handy, often dandy, and then every so often, I can be just plain dumb. A positive thinker, I can be a stinker but try not to fall hook, line and sinker. I have a good mind, I'm fair and I’m kind, have a decent behind, and I do believe a good man is hard to find. I know lots of songs, am sometimes wrong, but honest as the day is long. I don’t always like the company I keep, I believe what ye sow so shall ye reap, old trucks are cool, and so goes the same for the Golden Rule. I admire those who go the extra mile, wear a friendly smile, not afraid to dream and use less sugar and more cream. I find cities too cold, cowgirls bold, dog-years unfair, and cornbread is good, round or square. I like spirited horses, uncharted courses, not sure of unknown forces, admire those who walk the walk after talking the talk, old-fashioned ways, rainy days, a job that pays, and a dog that stays. A well-oiled saddle, a good fiddle without faddle, someone else’s cattle, and wars without battle. Life when it’s good, not being misunderstood, a handshake for a deal and the deal being real. Knowing eyes, true lies, short good-byes, legitimate alibis and laughing with a friend. No bounds, old hounds, cowtowns, bird sounds, and of course, true love that has no end...
Monte Walsh ~ Arizona Territory 2003
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