Tom Zart's = Cowboy Code & Little Baby - Poem by Tom Zart
COWBOY CODE & LITTLE BABY
I'm riding with an outfit
That’s loyal to its brand
I've got a gun and a rope
Which I keep close at hand.
Anyone who would harm
What belongs to the brand
They are my enemy
No matter who the man.
Never have I ever lied
Or stole from my boss
Nor let anyone else
Regardless of cost.
Late at night, beneath the stars
We sit around the fire
Drinking coffee and telling stories
About whatever we desire.
I feel the Lord cracks a smile
When he watches us cowboys
Looking up from down below
At heaven with all its glories.
Once I was so in love
I married a beautiful wife
She took ill and passed away
So I chose a cowboy's life.
My boss has a pretty wife
His family I respect
They treat me as I treat them
So their lives I shall protect.
The cowboy code can be found
On the ranches of the West
Where real men still earn their place
By being their very best.
Little baby, I love you
For you are a part of me
Each and every inch you’ll grow
I want to be there to see.
Someday you’ll chase fireflies
Who ride the breath of the winds.
Someday you'll be all grown up
And out on the town with friends.
You have your daddy 's freckles
You've got your mommy's eyes.
I pray to God every day
You’ll survive all of life's lies.
Little babies shoot up fast
As they need to stretch and grow.
They do such things as children do
In a world they’ve yet to know.
Someday you will understand
How your parents feel inside
Someday you’ll have your babies
And raise them with great pride.
Of all the gifts that life may bring
A sweet baby is still the best.
Your mom and I shall love you
Till the day we're laid to rest.
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