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The Cowboy's Dream |
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I wonder if ever a cowboy Stood ready for that Judgment Day, And could say to the Boss of the Riders, " I'm ready, come drive me away."
For they, like the cows that are locoed, Stampede at the sight of a hand, Are dragged with a rope to the round-up, Or get marked with some crooked man's brand.
And I'm scared that I'll be a stray yearling,— A maverick, unbranded on high,— And get cut in the bunch with the " rusties " When the Boss of the Riders goes by.
For they tell of another big owner Whose ne'er overstocked, so they say, But who always makes room for the sinner Who drifts from the straight, narrow way.
They say he will never forget you, That he knows every action and look; So, for safety, you'd better get branded, Have your name in the great Tally Book. |
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