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The Price of Beef
Poem
by Randy Lane
Black angus as far as the eye can see
like stars up in a northern sky.
The price of beef higher'n it's been in years
twelve hours in the saddle is where I'll be.
Sun-up to sun-down you'll find me here
the dust kickin' up in my face.
Cows a-bawlin it's time to move 'em out
just a few more miles an we'll be there.
Ain't near'y the time to spend on my gals!
this cowboyin' is all I've ever known.
Some say I'm loco for livin' this a-way
it's time to cul out these's here cows.
The Price of Beef© COPYRIGHT 2005 Randy Lane. Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author. 03/23/05
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