Tear Drop
A tear drop fell in Tennessee.
She fell into a river.
She tried to make to the sea,
but that life just wasn't in her.
She tried like hell to carry on,
and soon just took up roots,
living water she was to her flowers,
to her strong shoulder she was a hoot.
To rope and ride and shootem up,
yea she got Annies gun.
The cows would bow, the coyotes howl,
and the snakes just flat out run.
She breaks horses now with just a stare,
and rules the Okie range.
and for fun she writes poetry,
and really wouldn't change a thing.
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