Coming to Town
 
Two cowboys from up around the bends
Drove mustangs into a town that sends
Greetings to strangers like long lost friends
Whose next good time on them depends
 
The mayor had asked em to come to town
"Bring a big old herd when you come down
we're celebratin' to bust the frown
of the hardest immigrant sittin' around
 
show em how you rope brutes fast
and sit on  board while they buck you past
thoughts you had about how you'd last
while taming tornadoes from a tall ships mast."
 
Now those two boys from a far off ranch
Thought nesters could use a one time chance
To see how cowboys make horses dance
When they ride em wearing leather pants
 
So the boys rode fast with the herd ahead
Popping quirts with no words said
Hooves and dirt kicking high instead
Runnin' to the fence where they was led
 
If you'd a seen them boys with their wild rags
Their hats blowin' off like paper bags
Cutting out a horse while they all zig zags
You'd a hollered loudÉthere weren't no nags
 
They roped and rode, then stood their ground
And challenged any farm boy hanging round
"Come on you busters you've made a sound
ride a hairy beast and you'll be crowned
 
could a farmer ride the kicking brute?
The cowboys crowed like a magical flute
That drew a challenger to yell out "Shoot!"
I'll ride your hard case without a boot."
 
The crowd went wild and popped their collars
The cowboys smiled amid the hollers
That farm boy had wrestled where the large hog wallers
So he forked a bronc and won five dollars
©Steve Dirksen