Saturday Night
Come Saturday morn I’ll be polishing my boots
And looking for a clean shirt and jeans
Cause Saturday night I’m heading for town
For some carousing and a few other things.
So its bath time for sure and a change of long johns
In case I get extra lucky at O’Doul’s saloon
If things work out just right I won’t spend the night
a howlin at that old harvest moon.
Come Saturday evenin I get out my best Stetson hat
Brush my teeth with a finger dipped in moonshine
Saddle up old Bill and head up the hill
With visions of havin a good time
It’s an hour’s ride into town so I sing me a tune
About cowboys and cattle and such
I also think about sweet Mary back in Montana
Her warm smile and soft gentle touch
But now I can see the lights of the town in the distance
And I try to push memories of sweet Mary aside
But try as I may I can’t seem to forget
How I left her and the way that she cried
The next thing I know I’m back at the ranch
Packin up and sayin my goodbye’s
Yep, there’s a long trip ahead so I give Old Bill his head
And think of Mary and those Montana skies
©Copyright Charlie Gragg, October 20, 2010
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.