NEW BOOTS
The old cowboy wandered in the store,
Walked past the hats and suits,
Straight to the shoe department,
And was looking at the boots.
They don’t make them like they used to,
They were better in my day,
With hand stitched fancy leather tops,
I heard the old man say,
When my old boots got worn out,
I’d make a trip to town,
It never made no difference,
If I bought black or russet brown.
I’d buy boots, then go out on the town,
Hoping to meet a college girl,
And when I found the one I liked,
I’d give that gal a whirl.
I could do the Texas
two step,
My fancy steps were light,
When I took that lady home,
I would always spend the night.
The quality of these new cowboy boots,
Has me close to tears,
I haven’t bought boots that worked,
In over forty years.
Del Gustafson
Del Gustafson is a cowboy poet from Nooksack, Washington. This
poem is also on http://fiftyshadesofgraying.blogspot.com/
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