Ridin' Off Again

 

 

 

 

 

 

My legs rub the saddle
I’m fifteen hands high
My hat separates me
From a blue and orange sky
Dusty boots in the stirrups
Hands loose on the reigns
My senses are alive and full
Of the Sangre de Cristo range
 Oh Lord, it feels good to cowboy again
                                       
Mesa’s and arroyos
Sand and pinyon pines
Shadows in the sunset
Drawing dark and lengthy lines
My collar up against the cold
Wildrag tight up to my chin
My bones tell me I’m gettin old

And my jeans are wearin thin
But it feels good to cowboy again

Nothing within fifty miles
But grand wide open ground
The squeakin of the saddle
Is the solitary sound
I pat my mount on his neck
And swing into the wind
A single star begins to shine
What peace I feel within
Boy, it feels good to cowboy again
                                   
“Texas or New Mexico ?”
My wife smiles as she walks in
“That faraway look in your eye
Says you’re ridin off again”
I turn back to the fireplace
And watch the hypnotic flames
Saddled up in my leather chair
My sippin glass in my hands
Man, it felt good to cowboy again

It sure felt good to cowboy again

K.L. Dennie 12/2021