Between the security of childhood and the insecurity of a second childhood,
we find that fascinating group of humanity called Cowboys.......
They come in assorted hat sizes, weights, and stages of soberity.
They can be found in cities, towns, the wilderness, bars, jails, on the road, and always in debt. A Cowboy is laziness with a deck of cards, bravery with spurs, energy on the dance floor,
a legend of the "Old West" with a copy of Playboy, and seldom without a case of beer or a fifth of whiskey.
He has the get-and-go of a turtle, the slyness of a fox, the brains of a dreamer,
the stories of a sea captain, the sencerity of a liar, the aspiration of a "Casanova",
and when he wants something, it's usually connected with horses or woman.
Some of his likes are: Women, beer, whiskey, broncs, rodeo, dances, more women, chewing tobacco, and the smell of saddle leather.
Some of his dislikes are: His boss, Officers of the Law, and being told to take his hat off.
No one else can cram into one pocket a little black book, a photo of his girl, a package of "Redman", and what is left of last weeks pay. He likes to spend some of his money on girls, some on poker, a lot on beer, some on shooting pool, and the rest on foolishness......
A Cowboy is a majestic creature.
You can scratch him out of your phonebook (wall), but not out of your heart.
You may want to give on that clearly-eyed, good for nothing, long way from home lover boy,
but all your dreams become insignifigant when a Cowboy knocks at your door,
look at you with those blood-shot eyes and says............ Hey Baby!