"Goodbye Cowboys"
(c) 2008 Bob Atkinson
Goodbye Cowboys
goodbye Cowgirls
goodbye Bikers
goodbye Biker Girls
goodbye all you good time cowboys
who ain't gotta steer to brand
goodbye all you drunken ponies
who can't carry your man
goodbye to all you weak and weary
tall and short and sometimes teary
goodbye to all you fellow scoundrels
it's from you I get a laugh
goodbye to the men I hung with
drinking beer with vodka kicks
giving life to bravado stories
which may or may not stand
yes I do, and yes I don't
hear you say within the "quotes"
things you will and things you won't
it's you I try to comprehend
time is short my lady waits
it's domestic, not a date
will she "give" or will she "hate"
the alcohol on my breath
goodbye to all you weak and weary
tall and short and sometimes teary
goodbye to all you fellow scoundrels
it's you I understand
so it's to you I tip my hat
Bob Atkinson - Arizona Poet
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