Heel Chains & Jingle Bells

The feed sleigh bobs are frozen down It’s time to jack them loose Put warm grain bags upon the seat To warm my old caboose The lines are stiff, but soon they’ll thaw As through my mitts they slide Whoa to stop, hup to go There’s no more smoother ride Than sliding across the snow-packed …

Cowboy Poetry: A Veteran

He was getting old and paunchy, and his hair was falling fast, And he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past. Of a war that he once fought in, and the deeds that he had done, In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, every one. And ‘tho sometimes to his neighbours, …

Cowboy Poetry: My Partner

See that ranahan sittin’ over there Cheerful as hell without a care? Last night in a red-hot poker game We were playing it close, but he looked the same He bluffed out my three-of-a-kind with the pair And yet he calls himself my Partner. I loan him ten bucks and he goes to town Gets …

The Range Cook’s “Holler”

They sing of the puncher — that knight of the range who rounds up the bellerin’ steer; Who rides at the head of the midnight stampede with nary a symptom of fear. They tell of his skill with the six-gun and rope, but nobody mentions the dub Who trails the chuck-wagon through desert and plain …