I was told that the worst sin in cowboy poetry is to rhyme horse with course. So I just had to do it.
When Adam & Eve were in the garden
They took a big bite and then the clouds began to darken
And God cast them out squarely on their butts
He closed the door; he was not interested in any kind of pardon
So they walked with their bare feet to find a new place
Cast out, embarrassed from their huge fall from grace
They struggled with all of the things that they had to carry
Like their dishes, and their tools and big bowls of dates
That’s when Adam invented the rope and made friends with the horse
It really was Eve’s idea in the first place of course
And now they could carry a lot more of their load
They could live far from the water, and find other food source
Over time the horse became one of man’s best friend
Along with the dog, man’s progress ascend
And for thousands of years this relationship grew
But with the industrial revolution it came to its end
About a hundred years ago a new thing came on the scene
First bikes with two wheels, then a four wheeled machine
They could go faster than horses, these new iron beasts
The even made huge ones, that ran on rails and looked mean
That’s when horses became pets, and used just by few
They were put out to pasture, and turned into glue
But cowboys still liked them, and treated them nice
On the range they prefer them, they’re part of the crew
They fuel up on prairie grass, they don’t need gas in their tank
They just need a cool stream from which they will drank
And some say horse gas smells sweeter than exhaust from a truck
A good horse might help you, but they might drain out your bank
You can’t cry for a truck when it’s time is over
Not like the tears you shed for your horse or old Rover
And the ghosts of your Ford, your Chevy or Dodge
Won’t wander the prairie, eating sweet, sweet, sweet clover