Terry Thomas

The Boots

The Boots: By Terry Thomas

Riding the open range

Looking for cattle that had strayed

He rode to the edge of the ridge

And thought he'd never seen the day

Another buckaroo was standing

knee deep in the pond

Naked as a jay bird

As he extended out his arms

Trying to reach the reins

Of the horse that he loved so

But the horse backed away

For how could he have known

Although the cowboy only

Wanted to take a bath

He was sinking quickly

As the water touched his ass

I rode down and I offered

To throw the cowboy a line

He thank me, but said no thanks

I am doing just fine

Just a little bathing

As I had broken quite a sweat

As soon as my boot are clean

I'll get out of this mess
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