An Old Buckaroo's Memories

"An Ole Buckaroo's Memories"


As he tracks cattle among the sage

His old weathered face surely showing his age

He remembers the days of his youth

Memories of wild cattle drives

The wrecks, the dust, and long rides back to camp

The days of searching through blizzards for an orphaned newborn calf

Of roping the day's mount out of the cavvy, quick and savvy.

His daddy and his daddy's daddy training him up

In the ways of buckarooin

He remembers the days of the ole YP, Big Spring, and the ZX

Yea he worked them all in his day

He's seen the old ranches divided and gone

But his memories are there to stay

He wonders why he ended up this way?

Old, gray, and a little 'limpy'

 But  his ways are still the same

You can still count on him to be the first out there

Saddling up the ole bay

Out there still riding for his pay

Oh many of the ways of the world have changed and many things are gone

But out here, where the pines meet the sage

Where there isn't a paved road for miles

You'll find him out here

Still tracking cattle

Still throwing those 50 footers and draggin 'em to the branding fire

He'll never retire

There's still to much to be done around here.