The Harris County Cattlemen's Association
appreciates the writings of the cowboy.
Under desert sky, through perilous territory, often lonely and often broke, the
American took whatever he could to pen his thoughts. Through the 18th & 19
centuries and well into the 20th and 21st, the words still flow. Here we will
post the poems, songs and illustrated writings the cowboy has left us. If you
have one you would like to submit, pass them to us.
You gotta read this!
Blue Shadows on the Trail
by the Sons of the Pioneers
Shades of night are falling
As the wind begins to sigh
And the world's silhouetted against the sky.
Blue Shadows on the Trail
Blue moon shinin' through the trees.
And a plain-tiff wail-from the distance
Comes a driftin' on the evening breeze.
Move along, Blue Shadows, move along
Soon the dawn will come and you'll be on your way
Until the darkness sheds its veil
There'll be Blue Shadows on the Trail.
Move a-long, Blue Shadows, move a-long
Soon the dawn will come and you'll be on your way
Until the darkness sheds its veil
There'll be Blue Shadows on the Trail.
Shadows on the Trail.
Searchin' For A Rainbow
by Toy Caldwell
I rode in to town today and in my heart I said "Lord I'd love to stay"
But somethin' in me said "Boy move along" Don't know what it is
The good Lord bred it in my bones.
And I'm searchin' for a rainbow
And if the wind only shows me where to go. You'll be waitin' at the end, and
I'll know I'll say "To Hell with that pot of gold"
This ole mare I'm ridin', she's gettin' kind of tired. But in my heart she knows
my one desire. She's gonna take me to the end of that road, She’ll lay down and
die, and I'll say "God rest here soul!"
And I'm searchin' for a rainbow
And if the wind only shows me where to go. You'll be waitin' at the end, and
I'll know I'll say "To Hell with that pot of gold"
Computers
Cowboys have done entered century 21.
We got our own website how in hell was thet done?
From cows and calves to bits and bytes and flat
screens without no glare,
Key boards mouses and viruses who thought we'd ever care.
We got links to take us into cyberspace and probably
print a entry form to join the human race,
But when its time to pull a calf and we go back to work,
they aint no one kin save us,
