There once was this ole Cowboy, a fella I knew some time backHe wasn't a noteworthy son of a gun, just kind of an air breathin' hack But he did have this one quality, somethin' that made him kind of rareIt wasn't his bare knuckle brawlin', and it wasn't his wild hair It wasn't the fact that he could ride 'bout any bronc you could findAnd it wasn't his smarts or his skills … [Read more...] about The Size of His Beatin’ Heart, By: Patrick Davis
Water On A Stone, By: Patrick Davis
I sat behind the microphones, one from each network thereI had my biggest buckle on, had freshly combed my hairThey crowded 'round, the writers there, to ask me what they wouldPredictably, they asked me then just how I got so good "How do you keep the standard up, how do you come and win?How can you beat the best there is, and do it all again?"And as I sat before their gaze … [Read more...] about Water On A Stone, By: Patrick Davis
Carrots, And Apples, And A Few Good Oats, By: Patrick Davis
The lad jerked awake and rubbed his eyes as morning touched his roomThe time was short, he knew too well, they’d all be coming soon From his bunk he leapt, and off he shot, in boots and underwearTo greet his friend, just one time more, and take some grub to share Carrots, and apples, and a few good oats, they couldn’t spare a lotAnd with silent steps and a nervous glance, … [Read more...] about Carrots, And Apples, And A Few Good Oats, By: Patrick Davis