The Art of Tetman Callis

not much of a cowboy i would be
not a week goes by that i don’t fall out of my saddle
drop off my high horse

you don’t care to know about all my bad habits
(they’re the same as everyone’s)
and i don’t care to know about yours
(much the same as mine, i “reckon”)

i roll my own while riding along
tobacco falls out all down the trail

eat too many beans, too much bacon
spit into the wind

pistol’s dirty, can’t shoot it anymore
lariat’s worn out
chaps chafe

damn
just damn, that’s all
then spit into the wind again

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