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The Best Color

A good horse don't come in a bad color
on that you should agree
but some folks seem to think color matters
or that's how it seems to me
If they get a colt the wrong color
they don't keep him around too long
But I've got my own views about color
and my opinions are just as strong
Ya see, a buckskin durn near took my head off
his hooves brushed the tip of my nose
Bays and greys are quite common colors
I've been kicked and stomped by plenty of those
A black mare pitched so hard and so high
I didn't know if we'd ever come down
I considered bailing out of the saddle
but it was too dang far to the ground
I had an Appy that bucked purty regular
and I stuck him most go rounds
but there were times I was wonderin'
if I'd end up walkin' back to town
I had a sorrel that was really sulky
she'd freeze up or throw herself to the ground
she once took me backwards down a mountain
and scattered my packstring around
I had a palomino that tore up my equipment
a brown that was dang tuff to shoe
a roan that spooked almost constantly
and a paint that would break near in two
But of all the horses I have rode
be it one of my own or a rental
I've found ol' C.M. Russell said it right
The best color for a horse is gentle 
2000, Perry Payne
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A Little Boot

"Now ya take that big bay geldin',
the one by the little dun,
Fer the kinda horse yer lookin' fer
I'd say he'd be the one

Or maybe that blazed faced sorrel,
I'd say that's a good possibility,
He'd make a heckuva steer jerkin' horse
he's sure got a lot of ability

If ya wanna trade fer one of those geldin's,
why, we could go that route,
That pony of yers fer one of mine,
if you'll throw in a little boot"

Now this Horse Trader that's a talkin'
is a friend of mine, or so I thought,
I'd been thinkin' about tradin' horses
so I went over just to see what he's got

He said, "With the price yer askin' fer yer horse,
you'll have trouble gettin' him sold
I know he used to be a good one
but he's probably a little too old

I see yeer watchin' that little roan filly,
there's not many around that cute
I'll trade her to ya fer that pony of yers
if you'll throw in a little boot

Well, how about that tuff little grey,
 Yeah, he is kinda small.
Why no, them bumps on his knees ain't so bad
they don't bother him at all

How about this big stout brown right here
he's broke both to ride and to pack.
Why sure, he's sound as can be right now
he's healed up good since he bowed on the track

Well, do ya see any that ya wanna try?
If ya got any questions just shoot.
Why, I'll trade ya any I've showed ya
if you'll throw in a little boot."

By now we'd jawed half the mornin'
and checked out every horse that he had
there was only one in his corral that I wanted
and I wanted him purty bad

When he reached for is knife in his pocket,
I knew it was time to make my play
and when the whittlin' and spittin' got started
I figured the dealin' was goin my way.

Well, we finally reached an agreement,
and the deal sure followed suit
We ended up tradin' horses,
and I threw in a little boot.

The horse I got was a good one,
I cain't really complain about that.
He's big and he's stout, tho he's ugly as sin
he can run like a turpentined cat.

But he's got a couple bad habits,
that are dern near impossible to cure.
And it seems of the two horses traded,
I got the worst of the deal that's for sure.

Well, now friendship in a horse trade,
why it just ain't worth a hoot
I"ll give ya my share of that trader's friendship
if you'll throw in a little boot.

1990, Perry Payne
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A cowboy uses his spurs for work
to make his horse move quick
or maybe to get a good grip on a bull
that has a hide that's loose and slick

They might reflect his personality
with straps either fancy carved or plain
with whichever type of rowel he chooses
and ornaments with jingle bob, bell, or chain

The length of the shank will be his own choosin'
they might be inlaid with silver or gold
but there's another reason for the spur
or at least so I am told

Cuz the reason the spur is on the boot
tied by a strap that's really stout
is so when ya stick yer foot in yer mouth
ya got a good handle to pull it back out

1995, Perry Payne 
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Ridin' Bulls

The odds they are against you
you know it for a fact
at times it seems to make you feel
like the deck it has been stacked

You take a 150 pound cowboy
with spurs, glove, rope, and bell
climbs on the back of 1800 pounds of bull
that's trying to send him straight thru Hell

They'll get down on that first bull
just to show the world they're cool
but when they keep on riding 'em
folks begin to think they're fools

Now I belong to the second group
I'll have to admit that it's true
cuz getting on one just wasn't enough
I had to try the next one too

Cuz there's somethin' about gettin' on a bull
that don't want nothin' to do with a man
that's buckin' and spinnin' and jumpin' around
while you're hangin' on as best you can

Ridin' bulls has got to be in your blood
its got to be pumpin' thru your veins
to keep tryin' to ride some creature
that acts criminally insane

Cuz a bulls only intentions
is to get you down on the ground
where he can smash and mash and gore ya
and dance on you round and round

But the thrill of gettin' on them bulls
makes it darn tuff to ignore
and you keep on tryin' to ride 'em
whether or not you get a score

Ridin' bulls has got to be in your blood
it ain't in your head cuz one fact's plain
to be fool enough to get on a bull
you dang sure cain't have a brain

2000, Perry Payne
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About Perry Payne:

I live in the small town of Monroe, Utah, where I was born and raised. I've always tried to keep a good horse or mule around whether I get time to ride them or not. I've tried my hand at rodeo'n, spent some time ridin' bulls (usually less than 8 seconds) and team ropin' (usually a lot more than 8 seconds) and decided I'd better make a livin' at somethin' else so I became a plumbing contractor. I've always enjoyed about anything that has to do with the western way of life whether it's just reading about it or being involved in it physically. I've always enjoyed Cowboy Poetry but about 12 years ago I tried writing some and I've been hooked ever since. My wife, RaDawn, and our 4 kids are my main critics and I usually try my poems out on them first.



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