Rootin' Tootin' Cowboy
Sittiin' in a bar room in a dusty old ghost town
Rumors of this cowboy's life was spreading all around
Ladies marveled at his sight, they worshipped at his feet
To wipe the dust off of his shoes ,to them was just a treat
He made his money challenging and winning every game
This rootin' tootin' cowboy was here to stake his claim
Sitting with his fist held tight and one hand on his gun
The challenge had been answered,he knew what must be done
As sweat was falling from his brow he stared his var-met down
Winning came so easily,he was the best around
They wrestled for an hour long and neither would give in
This rootin' tootin' cowboy knew what to do to win
Spectators gather everywhere groves of people came
To witness this tough dueling match both men played in this game
They tossed and turned and twisted so,'til one of them yelled,'Stop!'
This rootin' tootin' cowboy had made the rascal drop
He got up slow, stood to his feet and yelled,'It's time to ride!'
Then pushed his way right through the crowd and made his way outside
He saddled up his horse then rode into the setting sun
While riding far away from town he knew his work was done
He's recognized a hero for he's in the hall of fame
This rootin' tootin' cowboy, thumb wrestling was his game
By George Langley
© 2010 George Langley
(All rights reserved)
| |