Kansas Cowhand and the Nevada Buckarette

"Kansas Cowhand and the Nevada Buckarette"



"Go west young man" he'd heard them say,
"Someday" he figured out loud
When "someday" came, he packed up his gear and headed out
Through the Dakotas and across the Great Divide he just couldn't decide
Vast, hilly country lay before his eyes.
He arrived in the Great Basin, alone and wondering where to go and why.
Then he had heard that Nevada should be in his sights
Elko and Winnemucca, all set in his mind
No one there needed a cowhand it seemed
But there was one he was told that needed to meet
So he headed south on 'ole I80 til the bright lights of Reno shined ahead
"What the heck?" he said, all this concrete 'an all these crazy city folks, how can this be?"
Then he saw her, blond, short and smiling
Handy with a horse and rope, and a good cook to boot
The cowhand figured he was out of her loop
Spending time in the mountains and deserts, she showed him how
These 'ole Nevada buckaroos handle a cow
The cowhand hand watched it all and with a sigh
He figured it was all to much for his Kansas rope to fly
So he moved on, where he is now no one knows.
Some say he went crazy, some say he is still out there
But she knows he's out there somewhere and hopes one day again their trails will cross
And that once again they'll be
The Kansas Cowhand and the Nevada Buckarette