Tuesday, August 4, 2009

I need...

...to tell you 'bout my doggone hoss,
he tries to tell me that's he's the boss.
The dad blasted varmint don't want to please.
He's worse than a hound dog with lots of fleas!

I wanted to ride out on one moonlit night,
when that ol' critter put up a fight.
He shook off his bridle and spit out his bit,
he ain't goin' at night, he pitched a fit.

There ain't nothin' that I can do,
guess I'll just go hang up another hoss shoe.
I'll put over the door, the one on the barn,
and just keep wishin' that hoss'll give a darn!

maybe more tomorrow.

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