My Smallest Fan

[couchgrouch]

My Smallest FanI thanked the judges for my ribbonafter a day of bulls and ropin' calvessome said they'd seen me all over as I greeted folks and signed autographsbut I was proudest to ride that day in my hometowncos holdin' his mama's hand in that crowdwas my smallest fancheerin' me on in his plastic chapssmiling wide as the Rio Grandehopping up and down waving his hatit's a hard life of dust and spithe was the spit and image of his old manfor all I ever did, my dreams of hitting it bigcame true in my smallest fanalthough the rodeo ran in my veinsit took me away from my flesh and bloodso one night on a cold motel phoneI told him I was givin' it upsome asked if I missed the cheers and life of chancenot while I rode at home on my ranchwith my smallest fancheerin' me on in his plastic chapssmiling wide as the Rio Grandehopping up and down waving his hatit's a hard life of dust and spithe was the spit and image of his old manfor all I ever did, my dreams of hitting it bigcame true in my smallest fanthese days people know meas the dad of a rodeo starthey watch him on those brahma's n broncsbut I just smile cos in my hearthe's still my smallest fanmy smallest fan(c)2006 Robert George