Spirit and Song
I drink red whiskey, 'an I don't like beer,
I don't like mutton, but I do like steer,
I will let you alone if you leave me be
But don't you get tough an' crawl on me.
I'll fight you now, at the drop of a hat,
You'll think you're sacked up with a scratchin' wild cat.
At rough ready mixin' I'm hard to outdo;
I'm a high lopin' cowboy, an' wild buckeroo. We Westerners are are a force to be reckoned with.
It's Friday again and time for some relaxation after facing the future of the nation and confronting hope. It's been a rough week. We need a break. Enjoy the weekend! And if you need your stallion saddled ... let me know. I'm free.
Hand me my guitar. The old Gibson. I feel like singing King of the Blues.