Just An Old Fashion Cowboy Poem by Michael Rippie

I'm just an old fashion cowboy with dust on my shoes,
It's too late to learn, and I've nothing to lose.
They took all my sons in a war called today,
nothing I could do, nothing I could say.
So I rode to the mountains to live out my life.
Took nothing with me not even a wife.
Along came a ranger in his pick-up truck.
Said, I can't let you live here you're down on your luck.
He took both my horses and threw me in jail.
The judge said I'm sorry you can't raise the bail.
Old fashion cowboys got no place to ride,
And they ain't good for nothing but skinning alive.