Treasure Island

Marc Thompson


His Name


There's a hundred years of history
And even more before that
All the memories gathered in his thinkin'
Beneath that ol’ cowboy hat.
The flame burns within him
The sweat on his brow is as cold as ice
And the dues he paid to get here
Are worth all sacrifice.
All the miles spent drivin'
All his money down the drain,
All the bandages and pain,
All his might and fight
Are a small down payment
On the ride he’s gona’ make tonight.
It's not guts or glory,
It's a chance at fame.
A legacy he’ll leave behind
cause cowboy is his name.

Submitted: Monday, May 12, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, May 13, 2014

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