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                    “The Demise of the Old Cowboy”                       

As my eyes grow dimmer and my time grows shorter,

 late one stormy night, I could hear the ghost-riders in the sky,

 calling to me; “Come on old boy, you ain’t got far to go...

yippie yi yaaay-yippie yi ohhhh!”


I’ve climbed the mountains and swam the rivers. 

I’ve rode herd on red eyed cows and dodged bullets and arrows most of my life!

I’ve drank my share of red-eye and have received many a black-eye!

I’ve heard all the bad-ass stories and told a few myself around chuck wagon camp-fire! 


I’ve danced with bar-hop pretties to the sounds of the old piano man!

I’ve broken a few broncos and branded a many wild eyed steer!

I saw the fight at OK Corral, and believe me, Wyatt sure knew how! 


But now old man Arthritis is here to stay and after all these years, I know I’ll

soon be on my way...Yippie yi yaaay, yippie yi ohhhh!


One stormy night the riders appeared again, so I saddle up and rode off with them!

Yippie yi yaaay, yippie yi ohhhh!

Now, I’m a ghost rider in the sky!!


Jackie R. kays

(c) 2/21/14





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