Bruce Kiskaddon

It Might Have Been Me or It Might Have Been You

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You have heard lots of stories how cow boys behaved,
There was some of them reckless and some of them brave;
And some jest plain waddies that worked with the crew.
Such as might have been me or they might have been you.

But the boys acted different I generally found,
If there chanced to be people hangin' around,
Than they did out alone where nobody could see.
Was it that way with you? It was that way with me.

On the round up a man with a hoss that would buck
Didn't seem to consider he'd met with bad luck.
While the boys helped him saddle he'd laff and he'd joke.
He would pull down his hat and he'd roll up a smoke.

His head might be poundin' in onder his shirt,
But he'd pull off the blind and he'd give him the quirt.
And he'd ride or get throwed like a real buckaroo.
Yes, that might a been me or it might a been you.

But out in a water lot some where alone
A boy trapped a fresh hoss, a big mean lookin' roan.
How gentle and easy he got in the saddle
Jest to see how he'd act when he once got a straddle.

He eased him around the corral on a walk
And give him an ear full of kind gentle talk
He sure didn't hurry although it was late.
He slid off real careful and opened the gate.

He set about like he was ridin' on eggs.
And he felt him out light with the calves of his legs.
Yes he jest stole a ride fer the fust mile or two.
Well, that might a been me and it might a been you.

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