A Cowboy's Hands

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A Cowboy’s HandsThough I longed to lay there and hold herIt was dawn so I just kissed her shoulderCos I was due on the ranchSometimes open spaces feel like prisonI ride free but free time’s one thing that isn’tOn a cowboy’s handsWind bites my fingers as autumn creeps inbut I’ve got some fine gloves made of sheepskinFour kings won me in CheyenneThis hard life gave me a face for pokerI swear no rodeo clown’s jokersBeat a cowboy’s handsthough no cowboy can be boxed in or labeledWe’re a breed with the same calloused brandAnd ev’ry stallion buckin’ in the stableTakes sugar from my tough n tender handsWell, my lady waited by the windowThen she saddled up her spotted PintoAnd came to see her manShe rode for my campfire on the skylineMoon hangin’ low she thought it was high timeFor a cowboy’s handsWell, I released her long hair from her ribbonAnd held her close for a starlit danceHer heart knows the secret of love is hiddenIn her cowboy’s tough n tender handsIn her cowboy’s tough n tender hands…©2007 Robert George