A velvet --eyed cowboy, with a heart made of leather.
The Real Cowboy
There once was man, oh , so long ago,
he seemed to spend time simply wandering.
Though that wasn´t true, you know between you and me,
A hard working guy was he.
He loved his horse, his mom and his guitar.
The debate still goes on .
about the order they were in, but the key is he LOVED
so therein was no sin.
His velvet brown eyes could melt any heart,
And they did.
He spoke of true love and sang sweet songs
whilst strumming his faithful guitar..
A man of this kind could sure do no wrong
Every girl felt that SHE was the one.
Little wonder, when cleverly each of his songs
was woven to make it that way.
Poor girls would think he was staying forever,
How could he? A wandering cowboy
His life took him far as a wandering star,
Working here ,, working there,
always moving on.
The ladies, they loved him,
His face was so kind.
And who could forget those velvet brown eyes.?
Yes he´d love, then he´d leave,
never meaning to deceive.
He had no idea , that he caused ´stormy weather´,
How could he, when his heart was made of pure leather.?
The countless advances of loving young lasses,
made him feel good as he went on the trail.
Leather heart intact as always.
The girls stood no chances, when he came to town.
Eyes of soft velvety brown,
His lips slightly parted and out poured sweet nothings,
When words or when kisses, both just as sweet.
But his strong heart was made of good leather.
The ladies loved leather , the smell was so cool,
The touch was so strong,
strong as his arms when he´d hold them real tight,
while he whispered sweet words,
and rain kisses from his lips...
Tell me ...How could ANY young lady resist.?
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