Cowboy Poetry
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But We Keep On
Posted by Maysen Battles on
it's funny i suppose
how people romanticize a lifestyle
albeit of highs
with heaping of lows
.
you raise them up
feed them good
doctor the rogues
n' carry on the life of the
societal Mr. Misunderstood
.
it's some damn thing
that we keep on
singing
singing
singing that same old song
of going for broke
day trottin' tooth n' nail all day long.
.
but we keep on
singing
singing
singing that same old song
drifting with the tallgrass
green'as our mounts
looping big circles is where we belong.
how people romanticize a lifestyle
albeit of highs
with heaping of lows
.
you raise them up
feed them good
doctor the rogues
n' carry on the life of the
societal Mr. Misunderstood
.
it's some damn thing
that we keep on
singing
singing
singing that same old song
of going for broke
day trottin' tooth n' nail all day long.
.
but we keep on
singing
singing
singing that same old song
drifting with the tallgrass
green'as our mounts
looping big circles is where we belong.
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But We Keep On
Posted by Maysen Battles on
it's funny i suppose
how people romanticize a lifestyle
albeit of highs
with heaping of lows
.
you raise them up
feed them good
doctor the rogues
n' carry on the life of the
societal Mr. Misunderstood
.
it's some damn thing
that we keep on
singing
singing
singing that same old song
of going for broke
day trottin' tooth n' nail all day long.
.
but we keep on
singing
singing
singing that same old song
drifting with the tallgrass
green'as our mounts
looping big circles is where we belong.
how people romanticize a lifestyle
albeit of highs
with heaping of lows
.
you raise them up
feed them good
doctor the rogues
n' carry on the life of the
societal Mr. Misunderstood
.
it's some damn thing
that we keep on
singing
singing
singing that same old song
of going for broke
day trottin' tooth n' nail all day long.
.
but we keep on
singing
singing
singing that same old song
drifting with the tallgrass
green'as our mounts
looping big circles is where we belong.
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Stay the Course
Posted by Maysen Battles on
... a green horse'll
push you to your limits
before it'll be able
to give you
its bomb-proof merit badge...
stay the course.
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Stay the Course
Posted by Maysen Battles on
... a green horse'll
push you to your limits
before it'll be able
to give you
its bomb-proof merit badge...
stay the course.
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Somewhere Nowhere
Posted by Maysen Battles on
...maybe home could be a cabin in
Wolf Creek,
chiseled lodgepole pines with a view of
snow-capped mountain peaks
or maybe it could be a podunk town
deep in South Carolina,
a moss covered picket fence
n' a roof with copper rust patina
or maybe it's my hometown;
a has been always will be
steady hand and familiar face;
a somewhere
nowhere
doesn't hold a can
to even a castle in the air
Wolf Creek,
chiseled lodgepole pines with a view of
snow-capped mountain peaks
or maybe it could be a podunk town
deep in South Carolina,
a moss covered picket fence
n' a roof with copper rust patina
or maybe it's my hometown;
a has been always will be
steady hand and familiar face;
a somewhere
nowhere
doesn't hold a can
to even a castle in the air
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Somewhere Nowhere
Posted by Maysen Battles on
...maybe home could be a cabin in
Wolf Creek,
chiseled lodgepole pines with a view of
snow-capped mountain peaks
or maybe it could be a podunk town
deep in South Carolina,
a moss covered picket fence
n' a roof with copper rust patina
or maybe it's my hometown;
a has been always will be
steady hand and familiar face;
a somewhere
nowhere
doesn't hold a can
to even a castle in the air
Wolf Creek,
chiseled lodgepole pines with a view of
snow-capped mountain peaks
or maybe it could be a podunk town
deep in South Carolina,
a moss covered picket fence
n' a roof with copper rust patina
or maybe it's my hometown;
a has been always will be
steady hand and familiar face;
a somewhere
nowhere
doesn't hold a can
to even a castle in the air
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Reckon the Simple
Posted by Maysen Battles on
A menagerie of animals,
a handful of overall-clad kiddos,
mama always said she wanted to live life practical;
.
The horses didn't have papers
and the cattle weren't top tier,
dad said none of that matters,
judgement is only cast from our Lord Savior
a handful of overall-clad kiddos,
mama always said she wanted to live life practical;
.
The horses didn't have papers
and the cattle weren't top tier,
dad said none of that matters,
judgement is only cast from our Lord Savior
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Reckon the Simple
Posted by Maysen Battles on
A menagerie of animals,
a handful of overall-clad kiddos,
mama always said she wanted to live life practical;
.
The horses didn't have papers
and the cattle weren't top tier,
dad said none of that matters,
judgement is only cast from our Lord Savior
a handful of overall-clad kiddos,
mama always said she wanted to live life practical;
.
The horses didn't have papers
and the cattle weren't top tier,
dad said none of that matters,
judgement is only cast from our Lord Savior
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My Where I Come From
Posted by Maysen Battles on
My where I come from is simple and lowkey,
a place where we dreamt to one day escape,
but never managed to flea;
.
We're clad in feed store boots,
dawned in simple braids,
with a camo Cabelas sweatshirt
we've been wearing for dang near a decade;
.
We're nobodies,
a lack of notoriety to our names;
no shiny brass driveway gates
or a posse that attracts at every Friday night football game;
.
Our dreams are dreamt atop dewy ryegrass
in the site of our Craigslist ponies
that are farm fed and bred world class,
pondering how far we can get on a $40 tank of gas
with a rusted out single horse
that Pop's always said was farm town first class💛
a place where we dreamt to one day escape,
but never managed to flea;
.
We're clad in feed store boots,
dawned in simple braids,
with a camo Cabelas sweatshirt
we've been wearing for dang near a decade;
.
We're nobodies,
a lack of notoriety to our names;
no shiny brass driveway gates
or a posse that attracts at every Friday night football game;
.
Our dreams are dreamt atop dewy ryegrass
in the site of our Craigslist ponies
that are farm fed and bred world class,
pondering how far we can get on a $40 tank of gas
with a rusted out single horse
that Pop's always said was farm town first class💛
Read more
My Where I Come From
Posted by Maysen Battles on
My where I come from is simple and lowkey,
a place where we dreamt to one day escape,
but never managed to flea;
.
We're clad in feed store boots,
dawned in simple braids,
with a camo Cabelas sweatshirt
we've been wearing for dang near a decade;
.
We're nobodies,
a lack of notoriety to our names;
no shiny brass driveway gates
or a posse that attracts at every Friday night football game;
.
Our dreams are dreamt atop dewy ryegrass
in the site of our Craigslist ponies
that are farm fed and bred world class,
pondering how far we can get on a $40 tank of gas
with a rusted out single horse
that Pop's always said was farm town first class💛
a place where we dreamt to one day escape,
but never managed to flea;
.
We're clad in feed store boots,
dawned in simple braids,
with a camo Cabelas sweatshirt
we've been wearing for dang near a decade;
.
We're nobodies,
a lack of notoriety to our names;
no shiny brass driveway gates
or a posse that attracts at every Friday night football game;
.
Our dreams are dreamt atop dewy ryegrass
in the site of our Craigslist ponies
that are farm fed and bred world class,
pondering how far we can get on a $40 tank of gas
with a rusted out single horse
that Pop's always said was farm town first class💛