At the ranch

justam

Women aren't like horses
they don't need to be broken so you can ride 'em
some cowpokes seem to need to hurt 'em
see 'em cry
make 'em kick
hear 'em scream
to feel safe enough to climb on
but they ain't horses!
they can chose to yield or not on their own

Being Enlightened

don't go thinking
if you burn 'em
and brand 'em
that they still won't
wander far from home



You tell 'im, justam!

Holey Ghost

You're right AM
women are not just horses to ride
nor cattle to be branded
bought sold or traded

Cowboys ought not
to be jaded
or hurt
or the love of their
may be faded

But cowgirls may like to take the reigns
and drive the herd long, hard and far
in the midnight
beneath the moon and stars

They may like to ride like the wind
and thunder down under
and let their lightning loose on the range
and buck like a bull
till their bronco
gives it up
and makes 'em full

Certainly they can yield
or not
and play the country field
and find out which cowboy
tends and cares
their fertile ground
they've tilled

And eat all the meat
they've killed
and not killed
just for the frill
just for the thrill

Any wild horse can be tamed
if you can find what feeds their hunger
what quenches their thirst
what bends the minds
and makes 'em burst
and then puts on a pedestal
and makes you, first