Where it really all began, I guess we'll never know
The story of the cowboy, made his mark in history,
Just where he really came from, is still a mystery,
Some say he came from Texas, I tend to disagree,
Others say he came from Spain, now that, could surely be,
from vaquero, came the cowboy, and then the buckaroo,
Then wadee of course, and twister, they're in the stories too,
How can the history books be so sure? none of us was there,
and how come with a life so pure, is the cowboy so dang rare?
Now the good lord put us on this earth, to do a certain deed,
and we have to show what we are worth, as we're a special breed,
He didn't say where we were from, and where we're suppose to go,
he put us here upon this earth, to do a job, you know?
we're suppose to be God's servants, the stewards of the land,
So why is there so much doggone fuss, about who's the better hand?
So whether you're from Texas, or from Montana land,
you don't have to prove a thing to show who's the better man,
All you have to do is work, and get the job done right,
cause there isn't any certain rules, tho some folks think there might,
Some folks think that thirty foot, is the length of rope to use,
while some use shy of a hundred, there ain't no special rules,
You work the way you learned it, and do the best you can,
cause the good lord's right behind you, each and every man,
He gave us all a talent, to help each other out,
Not to see who's better, but to prove without a doubt,
That all can work together, and live in harmony,
and all can love each other, that's how it's suppose to be,
So next time you've a yearnin', to put somebody down,
stop and think about it, afore you rub it in the ground,
Cause all of us is different, just the way it's suppose to be,
and it really makes no difference, at least, not to me,
Cause I don't care just where you're from, just so you do your job,
and I don't care how you do it, or if your name is Joe or Bob,
The point I'm makin' people, is true and oh so clear,
the good lord put us on this earth, and that's why we're all here,
So get down off your high horse, and show the lord above,
That it's not yourself, but folks around, and him you really love........
© T. J. Casey
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