I've been a foot for a while now
and it really hurts my pride.
Just an old cowboy without a mount;
I need me a brand new ride.
I tried out several used one's;
they were someone else's problem child;
guess I'll just have to make me one
that will really fit my style.
I got a big, red two year old
that I kept hidden from the rest.
I sold all the other colts
cause I knew he was the best.
He's big and strong and gentle,
an old man's horse, he might be.
He took the saddle pretty good
and now it's time to see.
I slide my left food in the stirrup
and I pulls his head around;
I feel him get a little hump
as my right foot leaves the ground.
Just look at me I'm thinking;
I'm sitting on my colt.
Just like when I was a young buck,
oh, Lord don't let him bolt.
But, like I said he's gentle,
he just walks around the pen.
And now I got him trotting,
he'll soon be ready for a spin.
Now we are loping,
just a buzzing around the pen.
I'm praying I can stop him,
and thankful we're shut in…
I rode him for an hour;
now it's time to step on down;
then I get a funny feeling
as I'm safe back on the ground. | My legs don't seem to want to work,
my feet don't move just right.
My knees are making funny sounds,
and my groins a little tight.
I'll get me some good horse liniment
and I'll bathe in it tonight.
I may just be a little stiff
but, I think I'll be alright.
And tomorrow will be another day,
I'm looking forward to our ride.
I may have to get a bucket
and put it down by his side.
But, I know it will all be worth it;
all this pain I'm going thru.
Just an old broke down cowboy
and a colt that just turned two.
- Lee Jones  |
