Is it too much whiskey
Or not enough of brains.
To be a wild horse racer
You'd have to be insane.

What does that say about
The kind of man I am.
Cause I'm there with them
Every year in Cheyenne.

Its two weeks of parties
Raising hell cowboy style.
No one gets any sleep
Everyone turns into a child.

There's JJ the mugger
Who gets his rider aboard.
Who spends the rest his time
working on his beat up Ford.

If you see some cowboys looking
Like they have nowhere to go.
That's another wild horse team
They're still waiting for Slow Joe.

Then there's my best friend Gene
Have you called your wife yet?
He might be living in that RV
Cathy's pissed is a pretty good bet.

And then there's old Vern
He's out behind the truck
Puffing on the peace pipe
And praying for some luck.

Last but not least is Big John
The man who first heard the call.
Yes, Big John is our fearless leader
Please Lord, have mercy on us all.

I told you they were all nuts
You have to be to play this game.
I am sure glad I am just a poet
This shit looks like too much pain.

© William J Chambers M.A. ed., 2003
All Rights Reserved 2004
Published by S & H Ranch Publishing