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In our part of this old country,
A cowboy without a dog,
Is like a carpenter,
Without a hammer,
Like a campfire,
Without a log.
You might just get the job done,
But it'll take three times as long,
And you can bet your bottom dollar,
There'll be something major wrong.
A good dog,
Is worth much more than you,
'Cause he's the workin' end,
Movin', scentin', huntin',
Findin' where the cattle's been.
Then he tracks them up and barks,
To let us dummies know,
He's found 'em and he's bayed them up,
Does he hold them there?
Or go?
When we finally do decide,
To bring them back to us,
We of course, take all the credit,
Cause we trained the little cuss.
He'll do what ever's necessary,
He'll find 'em, if there's a way,
Ten men are not as valuable,
As that dog on his worst day.
But, the cowboy gets the tribute,
'Cause he looks good and he talks,
Dogs just trail behind,
But, WE KNOW who walks the walk.
Copyright ©2003 Claire Hurt. All rights reserved.
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