A Workin' Man's Roan
by S. Omar Barker, author, 1928
recited by Larry Schutte
You rode horses
like that,
Kind of thin
never got fat.
The old breed
with a mustache on his lip,
Kind of high at
the withers but low at the hip.
His ears are way
up, he had bright wicked eyes,
Don't forget he's
plenty cow-wise.
Cold mornings
he'd buck, sometimes he'd kick,
No horse for a
kid or a man that was sick.
Lord what a
bundle of muscle and bone,
A horse for a
cowboy that little blue roan.
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