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...And all these young horses are rank!
I whoopie tie one on when I can...
...but I'm a, sure enough,          
                         Buckaroo Man.
..wind blows the dust   
        just like             
                  buckshot.
(I said) but come mat-ai-ai-ipy-ai-o on the
back of my caballo, I whoopie tie one on when I can.
cold fingers stiff in the morning,     
                  by noon it's a 100 degrees
wash up at the galvanized tank
5 year old slicks in the canyon and never hint   
                                                           of a breeze.
jug headed, hollow backed ponies            
              provide all with hours of grief...
...as no see-um's feed on yer ears.
...My spurs,
 they don't  
 ring much,

I never
did sing
much...
...And a half a ton of grit between   
                                      my teeth!
sleep in a bedroll of canvas
....it's snakes in     
       the shade...

...and choyo         
along the grade
smell your own sweat in the evening
BRB Ranch's Buckaroo Man
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Our punchy poser "Pete"
at 4 1/2 weeks old
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