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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Horse Trader</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I traded for a horse one time<br>He wouldn't take no beauty prize<br>A great big long-eared blue roan gelding<br>Not too bad fore weight and size<br>I had to make some tough old circles<br>And this trader guaranteed<br>This horse would show me lots of country<br>And not need too much rest or feed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said, &quot;Now this here ain't no kids horse<br>But he'll pack you up the creek<br>He will bump up on some occasions<br>And he has been known to kick<br>I wouldn't trade him just to anyone<br>Without having some remorse<br>But if yer a shore enough cow puncher<br>Mister, he's yer kinda of horse</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stepped on that horse the next mornin'<br>He began to buck and bawl<br>That trader maybe hadn't lied none<br>But he hadn't told it all<br>Because we shore tore up the country<br>Where he throwed that equine fit<br>And I almost ran out of hand holds<br>By the time he finally quit</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I guess that must'a set the pattern<br>Things just never seems to change<br>Although I showed him lots of country<br>Every corner of the range<br>But every time I'd ride that BOOGER<br>Why, he'd keep me sittin' tight<br>I knew I'd make at least three bronc rides<br>` Fore he'd pack me home that night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which woulda been ok<br>With lots of horses that I knowed<br>But that old pony had my number<br>I'd just barely got him rode<br>And the thing that really spooked me<br>And put a damper on my pride<br>He was learning how to buck<br>Faster than I was learning how to ride</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pulled into camp one evening; <br>It was getting pretty late<br>I see this grey horse in the corral<br>And there's a saddle by the gate<br>I looked that grey over<br>And I shore like what I seen<br>Then this kid showed up around the barn<br>He must'a been sixteen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said, he'd lamed that grey horse that morning<br>Coming down off the granite grade<br>And he wondered if I had a horse<br>I'd maybe like to trade<br>He said, &quot;He didn't have time to stop<br>And rest and let him heal<br>And since that beggers can't be choosers<br>He'd make most any kind of deal.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When a feller's tradin' horses<br>Why, most anything is fair<br>So I traded him that blue roan<br>For his grey horse then and there<br>But then my conscience started hurtin'<br>When I thought of what I did<br>To trade a &quot;FLY BLOWN&quot; dink like that<br>Off to some little wet-nosed kid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So next mornin' after breakfast<br>Why, I told him &quot;Listen lad, <br>If you want to know the truth<br>That trade you made last nite was bad<br>That old blue horse is a tough one<br>Bas as any one you'll see<br>He'll kick you, strike you, and stampede<br>He's a sorry S.O.B! &quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;It's all I can do to ride him<br>And I'll tell it to you straight<br>I think you'll be awfully lucky<br>Just to ride him past the gate<br>There are two or three old horses<br>Out there in the saddle bunch<br>They ain't got too much going for'em<br>But I kinda got a hunch</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They'll probably get ya where yer goin'<br>If you just don't crowd'em none<br>But damn, I hate to see you ride<br>That blue roan BOOGER son! &quot;<br>He said, &quot;I told ya there last nite<br>I'd make most any trade<br>And I appreciate yer tellin'<br>What a bad mistake I made.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;But my old daddy told me<br>When yer tradin' that no matter<br> How you feel even if you take a whippin'<br>That a deal is still a deal<br>That horse, you say has lots to travel<br>And he's not too bad for speed<br>Well Sir, I'm kinda in a tight<br>And that equally what I need.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I traded him fair and square<br>And damn his blue roan hide<br>When I pulled out'ta here this mornin'<br>That's the horse I'm gunna ride<br>I watched him cinching up his saddle <br>And he pulled his hat way down<br>Stepped right up into the riggin'<br>Like he's headed straight to town</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stuck both spurs up in his shoulders<br>Got the blue roan's hair a-flyin'<br>Tipped his head straight back and screamed<br>Just like a hungry mountain lion<br>You know, I've heard lots of stories<br>` Bout the Bucking Horse Ballet<br>I've heard poetry in motion<br>But the ride I saw today</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just plum complete defied description<br>Though I can see it plain<br>Like it had happened in slow motion<br>And was branded on my brain<br>I don't suppose I could explain it<br>To you even if I tried<br>The only think that I can say is<br>By the saints the kid could ride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sat there plum relaxed<br>Like he was lying in bed<br>And every move that pony made<br>That kid was a-half a jump a head<br>When it was over I decided<br>I could learn a few things more<br>And I said, &quot;SON, I'm awfully sorry<br>I misjudged yer riding skills! &quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said, &quot;Shucks that's okay mister.&quot;<br>As he started on his way<br>But if you think this horse can buck<br>Don't put yer saddle on that grey! !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kendra+Tyler">Kendra Tyler</a><div class=q>
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He wouldn't take no beauty prize
A great big long-eared blue roan gelding
Not too bad fore weight and size
I had to make some tough old circles
And this trader guaranteed
This horse would show me lots of country
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