On The Ride… For The Gang

27 Mar

we deal in dreams, and still laugh at the same old lines, and bar stool jokes, and light up smokes and smile
and some of us have touched the great unusual, and stood and stared at suns in reckless style
and oh, we know that the leader’s in the laugh, and we roll the way the horses want to run
and oh, we’ll go, when the captain calls the charge, we’ll saddle up, the windsong guides our unison
and who could be agin’ us and our side? when the cowboys are on the ride

for daily toil; a holy book of grins, each dawn begins to bring it’s yellow like a song
our black embrace has swallowed up the scars of wars, on green trails we’ve gathered along
and oh, we know that our stand is, to a man, the only evidence that we were here, and won
and oh, we’ll go like the bright of shooting stars that light up heaven long after the god-shot-gun
and who could be agin’ us and our side? when the cowboys are on the ride

we free the dust, and battle with the cannibals, and crush the grim and gritty leaves of time
we toast the past and sigh, the blue stabs of truth, and here’s to faith -the waking wraith of youthful crime
and oh, we know that this band of brothers, we, this happy few, will always have our share of fun
and oh, we’ll go when the trail boss calls us home, we’ll tip our hats, and bleed into the setting sun
and who could be agin’ us and our side? when the cowboys are on the ride

© 2004-2010 brent david fraser, all rights reserved

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