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Six red bullets will show the way down

We all have to bring the cows in

I am here to tell you

we are all of us just as hty as planets—and you too,

we’ll let you in, we’ve got stalwart to spare—

but you ht have to sleep on the floor

Me and Bob and Witty just

clop on and the gun don’t soften

and the horse don’t bother me with questions,

all of us just heading toward the red rhyme of the sunset

and the door at the bottom of the verse

The secret of being a cowboy is

never sticking around too long and honor

sometimes looks like a rack of bones

still standing straight up at the end of both poems