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By: Wayne Brown
A fella come by the ranch in a loaded wagon today
Said he had something new if we were willin’ to pay
What might that be? We were curious to inquire?
He pulled back his tarp and said ‘it’s barbwire’!
‘Barbwire’ we says, ‘what the hell is that anyway?
It’ll keep your cows at home; they won’t go astray
You stretch it tight between posts all around your land
Cows can’t get out; they’ll always be right near at hand
We looks at each other in wonder, then we grins just a bit
It sounds too good to be true, you’re sayin’ we can buy it?
He took a bale off the wagon and rolled it out a foot or two
Two pieces of solid wire with sharp wires twisted through
This stuff will scratch and cut up a cow, a horse, or even a man
Let ‘em tangle just once with it and they won’t do that again
It’s the best way to claim your water, livestock, and your land
It keeps the cows in, the rustlers out, with its razor sharp span
So come on boys, buy this wire, it’s just five dollars a bale
The way its goin’ I’ll be out soon and have no more to sale
Them other ranchers buyin’ it; it’s going like hot cakes
You better hurry up and buy some now for mercy sakes
Well the salesman done said the magic words for our urgency
We bought all his wire and coughed up the money fast as 1-2-3
We’re diggin’ post holes; stringin’ wire; hell-bent-for-leather
The neighbors may build their ol’ fence but ours will be better
We found out, we have been had; the salesman was a slick
Them other ranchers just ran him off, never bought a lick
Now we sit here upon the prairie with the only fence in sight
Praying that some dumb old cowboy don’t ride into it at night
Them other ranchers call us names and cut holes in our fence
Say the range belongs to all of us and we ain’t got good sense
To put up a fence with such sharp points to scratch, cut and tear
Be we keep telling them that’s the point, it’s why we put it there
If he ever turns up again, that salesman would be a dope
If he does these mad cowboys will hang him with a rope
He’ll be run out of business; you might say he’d retire
If he comes back around sellin’ that damn barbwire!
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