Cowboy Memories

When I was young I rode through Osage county On a pretty fine pony both stubborn and old We tread through the hills on a wind out of nowhere Through creeks and pastures for seven long days There was a girl both pretty and nervous Who looked a bit shaken on the pony she road He was spitting and stirring up dirt like a heathen Took off like a demon was chasing his soul Before we knew it That pony done threw her Out into the rocks and the dirt To my surprise she was doing just fine So we rode Down the road On a week long memory Osage county trail ride When night came upon us Johnny lit up a fire And spun us a tale of his hard living days He was rough cut and rugged Took a bullet in Dodge City Gut shot and bloody He stayed through the pain Funny that cowboy Didn't know who he'd shot And Johnny got up from the dirt Pulled out his pistol And let out a pillar of smoke So it goes Just a Campfire memory Osage county trail ride Pistols and ponies Cowboys and trails Tales for a young man to dream And I'll thank my mother For taking me riding that week As we set out to see Just a mighty fine memory Osage county trail ride