Be

BE

What does it take to make a cowboy?
A big ol' white cowboy hat or a pair of boots?
A horse barn, a few horses or a mess of minis?
A saddle and some carts or a trailer?
Do you need to have a long face and a bit of a drawl?
Do you need a big American pickup truck with posi-track,
that when loaded with railroad ties in the winter will go
anywhere?
Do you need a flair for drama and excitement?
Do you have to lean Republican?
Do you have a leathery face and lots of experience?
Did you have to jockey ambulances in the Big War
or walk around on your knees in the South Pacific.
Cause you were too tall otherwise; a good target?
Do you have to come back hating war and not wanting to
glamorize it?
Did you work hard all your life to make a buck
or keep the critters fed and ready
To parade them little horses and chariot around for the kids to enjoy?
Or take wild death defying wagon rides now and then?
Do you need a beautiful wife who everyone adores?
Do you need a community of folks to hang out with,
Who love to tell stories about you and laugh and tease
A little and like you a bunch?
Do you have to speak clearly and plainly and with heart?
Do you have to shoot from the hip, sharp and clear?
Do you have to be a horse trader extraordinaire?
Do you need to pass eighty and then go to 90?
Do you have to stand six and half feet tall?
Do have to drink nothing stronger than ginger ale,
And be proud of it?
Do you have to die with your boots on?
Do you have to walk into the sunset on your tired horse?
No, but Be was that kind of guy, wasn't he?