No Giddy Up

Whoa .. I’ve need for some hay then a trip to the trough to quench my thirst. I’ve not eaten much; I need to rest this very day will stop at Laramie, must have a stable first My saddle is heavy, will need to lighten the load if you won’t stop you’ll be dumped on the road I relish your companionship, you’re a good dude but if I had some rest it will replace my mood. I’m not allowed in the saloon where you down your shots but left hitched to the post where I stand and brood C’mon man has you no mercy that I am tied in knots while you carouse and frolic and become subdued. I carried you far along those dusty and rutty trails endured the heat and the rains that came upon this is not the days of those old western tales where riders rode seeking gold in the Yukon. next time when I see you carry my saddle I shall buck and prevent you from getting on my back You’ll be left alone while I promptly skedaddle I won’t be listening to your yakety-yak. So dude what its going to be, let me bite the dust or show me your kindness as you would a friend I can ride out from underneath you like a wind gust letting you walk in the heat till your days bitter end. I am not Wilbur and you’re not Mr Ed can’t persuade me to live that style living that role of a star I would opt out instead rather trot and gallop every day up to a mile I would not be a race horse nor likes to the show just to be myself in a open field or coral Won’t be a work horse with a carriage in tow just to be at your side and have you as my pal.