"My FAVORITE poem" Cowboy is his name... There's a hundred years of history And a hundred before that All gathered in the thinkin' Going on beneath his hat. The cold flame burns within him Till his skin is as cold as ice. And the dues he paid to get here Are worth every sacrifice. All the miles spent sleepy drivin' All the money down the drain All the "if I's" and "nearly's" All the bandages and pain All the female tears left dryin' All the fever and the fight Are just a small down payment On the ride he makes tonight. It's guts, love and glory, One mortals chance at fame. His legacy is rodeo And cowboy is his name.-Baxter Black
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