since you\'ve been gone
i\'ve been livin\'
in a chicken
shit dust cloud
breathing the fine
particles of your
still lingering
past mem\'ry--
you were this
cowboys dream
at first;
great in the saddle,
a smooth ride,
you really
\'spurred me on\' ---
finding the right woman\'s
a mighty risky
venture,
sorta like
walkin\' inside
a cow pasture,
you never know
what you\'re gonna find
\'neath your boots, later--
you were prettier
than a new
barbed wire fence
and had so many
\'good points\'--
but, even afta
treatin\' you like
a lady and
handlin\' you with
kid gloves;
in the end,
i still got pricked~
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