Daybreak sneaks in early
Out here east of the divide.
Long shadows cast some shade.
Today'll be a scorchin’ ride.
A puncher greets his gelding
Saddle and hack'more in hand.
Mornin', Stretch, old Pard.
'Nuther day, ridin' for the brand.
You got to lay up yesterday
As I was mendin' the corral.
But today we'll be back out there
Doubtless boostin’ our morale.
We’ll trailer across the Milk
To see if’n we can make a change
By movin’ that small bunch o heifers
Out on the shortgrass range.
Ain’t so many of us still get to
Earn our keep this way ol’ friend.
But s’long as we get our squares
Reckon we’ll keep doin’ it 'til the end.
Yep, it’s dang shore work.
Troubles are always a’brew.
But you and I both know
We’d not swap for anything new
Dang, Stretch, we sweet talk cattle
Under the sun and stars.
I get to do it on your backside.
‘Could be wrestlin traffic and cars.
I know our days are numbered.
Two less in the bunkhouse this year.
But I don’t know what else we’d do.
Ridin’ the grub line it might appear.
Cowboyin’s all I know
It’s all I’ve ever done.
No clue how I’d earn my way
Anything less wouldnt’ be no fun.
And as for you m’friend,
So far as this ol' hand can see,
Cuttin cows is all your good for
‘Cept bein’ a good listener to me.
So let’s get saddled n ready.
‘Past time we loaded up.
Now don’t start in a blowin’
Don’t make me call you Buttercup!
I’ll let you buck the rough off
But then let’s get to work
This is how we’ve spent our life
Today’s no time to shirk.
Might see some pronghorn
Comin’ down off the Little Belt.
Ahh it’ll be a good day ol’ son.
Well, s’long as we don’t melt.
Our days ain’t without limits
So let’s grab all we can catch.
One day the Lord will call
Sayin’, “Come on home Stretch”.
Comes a time a man’s just gotta tell.
Guess I’m feelin a might sentimental.
This friendship we’ve built,
Well it ain’t just accidental.
Friend we’ve stomped some snakes!
And rode the churnin’ river!
Might not a made it without ya
But you always did deliver.
Just sayin' thanks Stretch.
It’s been one admirable ride.
Which ever of us goes first,
Here’s t’meetin’ on the other side.
By, Rik Goodell