Riding to forget,
As this cowboy rides his ranch land, all his troubles disappear,
Issues lay before him are roping and cutting steers,
Fences in the lowlands and the well thats come up dry,
Time for that in the morning as this day is running by,
Four o'clock next morning as he saddled up his mount.
The status of his marriage was so very much in doubt,
She's leaving for another, he heard her on the phone,
This cowboys heart was broken as he rides out in the storm,
He feed's the steers by daybreak and rides the fence line around,
Only stopping to repair the sections that was down,
Some steers stand and watch him, and some just walk away,
Lifes story is unfolding in this field so far away,
People are like critters, just come and go each day,
Some stay around forever, and some leave that very next day,
This cowboy is a simple man, known for horses, steers and land,
But the working mind of that woman is hard to understand,
He rides and thinks back over, the days of sweat and forlorn,
Knowing, Coffee and friends are waiting to help him through this storm,
This cowboy is a lonely man; his life is hard but fair
She never would forgive him for bringing her out there.
GW
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