Early every mornin’ on the trail
Cowboy’s have an awful rude awakenin’
The triangle sounds the alarm clang, clang, clang
Not sweet music to their ears
Dutch then hollers “Chuck’s on, come and get it,
Were burning daylight.” in a gruff grouchy voice.
Snap to cowboy, wipe the sleep outa your eyes or you’ll miss eatin
Cause Dutch don’t wait breakfast on no slow getting up cowboy
Bacon, taters and sourdough biscuits is our mornin’ delight
Times Dutch makes hoecakes and lick
That is a treat to our appetite
Hurry up cowboy eat your fill,
Work is awaitin’
Early every morning on the trail
Written by Keith Wright 11/25/2007
Bacon, taters and sourdough biscuits is our mornin’ delight
Times Dutch makes hoecakes and lick
That is a treat to our appetite
Hurry up cowboy eat your fill,
Work is awaitin’
Early every morning on the trail
Written by Keith Wright 11/25/2007
1 comment:
You are now and forever more a published poet. It is also copy writed as well
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