norcal's blog: "Cowboy Mutterings"

I wrote this one a few years back... I think it bears little explanation.

Lonesome, Broke and Cold

Here I sit along this country road;
my truck was tired, that I knowed.
I never thought she'd up an' quit
But, beside the road, well - now I sit.

My most faithful partner when it comes to travelin'
I guess I shoulda paid better attention to all her rattlin'.
My buddies all warned me, I said she weren't too old,
now I am stuck here - feelin' lonesome, broke and cold.

I guess it don't matter much anyhow;
bucked off the last few, aint got the entry fee now.
It's just a small-town rodeo, I'll miss it - won't be the first time;
just burns me though, 'cause Ill have to pay a fine.

Been a rough go lately, them injuries seem to linger;
got that pulled groin, cracked ribs, and I busted my finger.
Seems they used to heal faster, guess I'm gettin' old;
I'd give some serious thought - if I weren't so lonesome, broke and cold.

I could hang it all up, head home 'n work steers;
tho', I've been runnin' from steady work for years.
Besides punching cows, there aint nothin' at home,
My brother wrote me a letter to tell me she's gone.

She told everyone she got tired of waitin' on me.
My love for the life - the travelin' - the buckles - well, I guess I just didn't see
that while I was out chasin' glory, her love it growed old.
But now I've time for reflection - sitting here lonesome, broke and cold.

There's a moral to this story that in your own heart you know;
if you're gonna spend your time chasin' rodeo,
you best not neglect those things that need tendin' - now you've been told -
or you'll wind up stranded, feelin' lonesome, broke and cold.