I’ve done a blog entry before about Cowboy Poet Russell Petter, the Keywest Kowboy, and here is another one of his poems.
He was just a pup, when he learned the life,
how to saddle a pony, how to sort a cow,
the meaning of a dollar, the ability to sweat.
Pride filled his chest as he tamed the colts,
not once did he look back at his home,
He seeked the freedom to roam.
They always said, He was a Little Crazy.
He was up with the sun, gone like the wind,
never looking back, always ahead,
they always said, He was a Little Crazy.
He’d get up before dawn, and saddle his horse,
He’d ride into the sun, checking fences all day,
when his work was done, he’s sit on the porch,
drink a cold one, and stare into the sun.
They always said, He was a Little Crazy.
He’d go to a rodeo, He’d spur a bronc,
He’d ride a bull, He’d rope a steer,
His motto was, To Ride’em all, the best he could.
And when he was done, He’d tip his hat to the crowd,
blow a kiss to the ladies, and take a bow.
They always said, He was a Little Crazy.
He’d find a good dance, find a cowgirl,
after too many beers, and too much fun,
He’d stay til dawn, and enjoy the rising sun.
They always said, He was a Little Crazy.
He took his vows, tried to settle down,
now she’s his wife, she’s his life.
No time for kids, He couldn’t sit still.
All his rowdy friends knew just who he was.
They always said, He was a Little Crazy.
Now He’s older, his body don’t work,
too many broncs, too many bulls,
too many scars, his bones kind of hurt.
Now he knows as he is thinking back,
Now He knows, that He was a Little Crazy.
On the day He left, He was gone before dawn,
He saddled his horse one last time, spuurred him gently and rode away.
Never looking back, always ahead,
He rode into the rising sun,
checking fences one last time.
They always said He was a Little Crazy.
Now He’s gone, they all gathered to say,
“Here is a Cowboy, who’s life has passed away.”
on the granite stone, the words are carved,
“Here is a Cowboy, who rode like the wind,
He spurred the broncs, He rode the bulls, He could rope any steer.
He Rode’em all the Best He could. Then He’d tip his hat and wave to the crowd,
blow a kiss to the ladies, and take a bow. He was just a Cowboy, who loved to ride.
He was just a crazy cowboy, who loved his life!”
Now here we are, saying Good Bye to our friend.
Good Bye to the Cowboy who rode away,
Farewell Amigo, Farewell Cabarello,
VIOS CON DIOS, til we meet again.
We all knew just who you were,
They all knew, He was just a Little Crazy.
He was just a Cowboy, who loved to ride,
He was just a crazy Cowboy, who loved his life.
He Rode’em all the best he could,…
He was just a Little Crazy.
by Russell Petter
The KeyWestKowboy@yahoo.com