GOING TO HORSEFLIES
You want to ramble? Tall grass and
a Texas saddle? It's not safe for me
to say I'll take you anywhere. Things
happen and some cars have no windows.
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The Matador is quite esteemed. I read
that in his rodeo biography, except no
bullfights go on here. This is rodeo country
fellow. We run 'em and rope 'em and tie
them down. Then we wait for the clown.
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My boot-heels and spurs are dug into the
fence. None of that 'to be wandering' stuff
for me. I got my knife out and I carved
me some initials into it too. Now they'll
know I've been here, for sure.
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Going to horseflies no more.
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