Sitting on a bar stool here on the roof of Outlaws,
the best bucking bar and restaurant in the U.S.A.
Having a great time looking down upon corrals holding
bulls that people will be riding.
All trying to grab first prize of $6,000, high hopes
in these modern cowboys and cowgirls.
Each one wanting to win all that cash to further their
old west education in modern times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem