Horses are Horses | Me and the Pup | Waterhole 3 | Zebra Dunn | Cletus by Larry McMurtry
HORSES are HORSES as we all know there's good one's and bad one's
and some
that don't WHOA!
We lead'em and feed'em and brush'em each day and they step on our
feet and they
walk on our hay
We ride'em and slide'em and get'em in shape and take'em to town
and they sell out
our faith
They look over here and they jump over there and they spook at the
wind and they
neigh at the mare's
When tied to your trailer they eat on the paint and make that new
rig look like something
it ain't
Taking most of your time and all of your money it's getting to
where it's not very
funny
But after the show and on your way home you swear at your wallet and
what's left of
your dough
Your checkbook is empty and your looking for gas and you think of
the good and
try to forget all the bad
But all of a sudden the week rolls around and where do you go, but
down the road
to another HORSESHOW

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The Cowboy came from Cimmarron, looking for a job.
Said he rode for an outfit they call the Jingle-Bob.
The boss told the stranger, let's have ourseleves some fun.
Come and throw your saddle on our horse called Zebra Dunn.
Oh that Zebra Dunn, that bucking son of a gun
Pitching his wall-eyed fit, upon him I did sit
The punchers came and gathered, laughing up their sleeves.
Counting on their Zebra Dunn to do just what he pleased.
The cowboy hit the saddle and Dunny quit this earth.
Went right on up to try the sky for all that he was worth.
Oh that Zebra Dunn, that bucking son of a gun
Pitching his wall-eyed fit, upon him I did sit
Old dunny pawed the moon and passed right by the sun.
He chased some clouds awhile then came down like a ton.
We could see the tops of trees on very gosh darn jump.
But I stayed tight upon his back just like the cammels hump.
Oh that Zebra Dunn, that bucking son of a gun
Pitching his wall-eyed fit, upon him I did sit
We bucked accross the prairie and scatterd gophers as we went.
Kicked the cook and stew pot right through the boss'es tent.
But when the fray was over Dunny did all that he did.
No doubt was left in this world that Outlaw I had rid.
Oh that Zebra Dunn, that bucking son of a gun
Pitching his wall-eyed fit, upon him I did sit
The boss he whooped and hollared an threw his hat from his head.
He shook my hand until it ached and this is what he said,
If you can throw a lasso like you rode that Dunn.
You're the Cowboy I've Been looking for since the year of one.
Oh that Zebra Dunn, that bucking son of a gun
Pitching his wall-eyed fit, upon him I did sit

About then, their only neighbor for 20 miles, old Cletus, approched them cradleing his infamous
12'gage salt load shotgun, that the boys showed high respect for.
Even with a head and heeled coyote on the end of their ropes, strung tight
The old codger said , "what the hell you two doing in this field with my coyote ?" the boys answered
"this coyote came through a broken fence where they had just moved their cattle from to another field
Well , the old man said, "that's my coyote and to turn the son-of-a-bitch loose" and the boys answered
"where afraid to to turn the the son-of-a-bitch loose for fear of getting bit"
About then, the boys Pa came riding up, an said "how you doing Cletus?" Cletus answered
"no damm good, I wish your boys would turn that coyote loose and that
he didn't want anybody roping his damm coyote's anyway"
So Dad, casually said, "Cletus thats my coyote, see that earmark I put on him !
I had no idea that darn coyote
had gotten out, and went on to say
it was lucky that his boys roped him for he caused any more trouble
Old Cletus, was just flabergasted.
We all kind of just looked up in the sky and rolled our eyes at one another when
we actually noticed, that sure enough, there was a piece of that coyotes ear missing,
like Pa had said.
Although for sure that coyote had got marked from a fight or something
Dad said then "how do you mark your coyotes Cletus? if you show me,
I'll have my boys
put back what coyotes they find of yours back in the field"
About then Old Cletus liked to swallowed his adams apple, walked over to the coyote,
grabbed him by the snout and said, "by golly Bill this is your coyote, I think"
Then he said "ya know I sort of like this coyote how much will you take for him Bill?"
Even Dad was suprised at that one but, he said that he didn't rightly know how much they were getting for
coyotes exactly but that he would take three bucks for him
Old Cletus answered, "well that sounded like a fair price and handed over three bucks" knowing they were
only paying $2.00 for the ears off dead ones
Old Cletus had been sipping a little homemade that morning but he figured losing a buck was better than
being made a fool of.

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