Poetry By Chuck

The shame all run off when the cattle all died.
That morning the last piece of bacon was fried.
Before I got discouraged and Betsy got mad,
and the dog drooped his tail and looked wonderously sad.

A nother' red morn' on this old cattle drive.
The wind is a blowin' the stink from this side.
The axle busted on the wagon today,
and there ain't a tree in this land of clay.

The baby's a comin' and the sun's in her eyes.
Heck! I think there's more than one.
Now thats a sure enough surprise!
Before I got discouraged and Betsy got mad,
and the dog drooped his tail and looked wonderously sad.

We're out of water and the sun is nearby.
Our cows run out of milk and the chicken has died.
Shadows is scarce, coyotes are howling goodbye.
I wonder if we will ever get there, "I cried!"

"Go West!" "Young man!" Everyone seems to have said.
I'll go west says I and spit in yer eye.
Before I got discouraged and Betsy got mad,
and the dog drooped his tail and looked wonderously sad.

Injuns and trouble won't keep me in bed.
For when I get there, theres gold to be had,
and now that I'm here there's just one thing to be said,
"I wish I'd a headed for Australia instead!"

The shame all run off when the cattle all died.
That morning the last piece of bacon was fried.
Before I got discouraged and Betsy got mad,
and the dog drooped his tail and looked wonderously sad.