Black Magic 11/19/2015 Black Magic He sleeps beside the Chisholm Trail This old trusted friend of mine Where the sagebrush goes a tumblin’ And the coyotes perfect their whine Named Romancero III One of a special breed Meant for beauty and grace Built for endurance and speed Gentle as an old brood mare But spirited as any mustang A pleasure under saddle Nothin’ would I change A black Peruvian Paso So black, I called him Black Magic Sometimes Blacky or Roman Active life, death that was tragic A little head strong
Black Magic He sleeps beside the Chisholm Trail This old trusted friend of mine Where the sagebrush goes a tumblin’ And the coyotes perfect their whine Named Romancero III One of a special breed Meant for beauty and grace Built for endurance and speed Gentle as an old brood mare But spirited as any mustang A pleasure under saddle Nothin’ would I change A black Peruvian Paso So black, I called him Black Magic Sometimes Blacky or Roman Active life, death that was tragic A little head strong
A Cowboy's Prayer 11/15/2015 A Cowboy’s Prayer Lord, while we’re alone at the dawning of a new day Let’s take some time to chew the fat While I’m saddling up my horse or getting my gear ready Let’s discuss how you love me, what I need and all that As I take a moment to remember all you have done for me While the darkness is slowly lifting from over the land Let me remember to thank you for all the many things That you have done in my life and the things you’ve put in my hands Like a good set of reins or a tooled leather
A Cowboy’s Prayer Lord, while we’re alone at the dawning of a new day Let’s take some time to chew the fat While I’m saddling up my horse or getting my gear ready Let’s discuss how you love me, what I need and all that As I take a moment to remember all you have done for me While the darkness is slowly lifting from over the land Let me remember to thank you for all the many things That you have done in my life and the things you’ve put in my hands Like a good set of reins or a tooled leather
Wanna Be 11/12/2015 Wannabe Lord, I ain’t no cowboy but I wanna be If it’s in your plan could you make a cowboy outta me? My life hasn’t been about the things cowboys do It could be though; it’s all up to you I ain’t never rode a horse or roped a steer Don’t own no cattle or have any trail gear When I don a Stetson or pull on a pair of boots I wish that Texas or Oklahoma were in my roots Couldn’t I have been raised on a ranch on the prairie? Taught to ride and rope at an age that was early I know nothing about a
Wannabe Lord, I ain’t no cowboy but I wanna be If it’s in your plan could you make a cowboy outta me? My life hasn’t been about the things cowboys do It could be though; it’s all up to you I ain’t never rode a horse or roped a steer Don’t own no cattle or have any trail gear When I don a Stetson or pull on a pair of boots I wish that Texas or Oklahoma were in my roots Couldn’t I have been raised on a ranch on the prairie? Taught to ride and rope at an age that was early I know nothing about a