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POTPOURRI

COWBOY'S LAMENT

No horses in heaven?
Why, I'd rather stay outside
Unless my favorite old red roan
Is awaitin' there to ride

 

Cause my idea of heaven
Is an endless sea of grass
An azure sky, a crystal stream
A snow-topped mountain pass

 

A well-broke Texas saddle
My battered old John B
But most of all that big red horse
A ploddin' under me

 

Now I'm not knocking angels
Nor choirs of heavenly song
Nor golden streets and pearly gates
Or clouds that roll along

 

But I've no use for silver wings
A tune I cannot carry, and
While golden streets might be grand
I'd rather ride the prairie

 

I've spent my life a'wanderin'
From sea to shining sea
And that's how we'd like heaven
That old red horse, and me.

 

Copyright Madeline Baker

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