His leather face, his steely arms, What woman could resist his charms? His mustang spirit none co...
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He roped her at the county fair;
He wasn't suave or debonair.
The appy bucked; he bit the dust.
He brushed his Stetson off and cussed,
Then mounted up again. She fell
And kissed her city life farewell.
His leather face, his steely arms,
What woman could resist his charms?
His mustang spirit none could tame,
And now she'll only wear his name.
She broke her lease and left her desk
To chase the life so picturesque
And track the man who branded her,
Though Papa reprimanded her.
A travelin' preacher set them right;
Her man rode off by morning light.
His leather face, his steely arms,
What woman could resist his charms?
His mustang spirit none could tame,
And now she'll only wear his name.
With seven men, he drove the herd;
They came to tell her afterward.
The gunshots rang; the horses shied
The city bride was petrified.
The herd was stolen, every head,
Her rugged cowboy love was dead.
His leather face, his steely arms,
What woman could resist his charms?
His mustang spirit none could tame,
And now she'll only wear his name.
His hat, it hangs upon her bed;
The inner band still soaked in red.
He rode a winged horse away;
At dusk, she still will watch and pray.
He gallops 'round the golden throne,
Her cowboy isn't coming home.
His leather face, his steely arms,
What woman could resist his charms?
His mustang spirit none could tame,
And now she'll only wear his name.
Comments
Sounds like right out of a western movie. This one's really good, I like it.
Great stuff! All of it! Keep 'em coming!
Sounds like one of the stories my grandfather used to tell/sing. I would sit and listen for hours.
where is your book? Your writing should be published in a book!!!!!!
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