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
