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ART BURDIC
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The Cowboy


The old time cowboy, is long gone from this shore, His kind now, you won't
see any more.
But if you think this new breed has it all at his ease, then let me set you
right friend on that if you please.

Sure they use trucks to get where they can, but that still leaves a  lot of
mighty rough land.
A truck cant go where a horse or cow can so they still have to chase cows
through some mighty rough land

Choya and mesquite, rocks thorns and sand, thorny chaparral or a manzanita stand.
They don't drive trail herds for hundreds of miles but they still have to
roundup over a lot of square miles.

Horses still buck and cows fight too, the weather still gets cold and wet
just like it used to do
Cowboys use knives, they cut mark and brand, and they still get all bloody
and covered with sand.

This new breed of cowboy may soon be gone too, just because of what some folks would do.
Environmentalist, animal rightist, Green Earth and the government to, trying
to tell us every  thing we can do.

The new breed of cowboy is a breed all his own, he would do just fine if
them Bastards would leave him alone.
I wish they would all go back to their own home state, and leave this ranch
country to the cowboys fate.


2002, Art Burdic, from The Way I See It

 


Ole Red

Ole Red wer an outlaw that run out on the range, and the puncher who cud
rope him was in fer a bit of fame.

Now I didn't start out ter do it, it just sorter happned  that way. When I
rode down in that coulee I was hunting fer some strays. But I spied him a
coming, he was headed down my way, I knowed I had him cornered,no chance fer him to get away.

I built me a loop and put her on him when he tried ter run me by, now I wish
I'd never done it, this here is the reason why. He jerked my horse from
under, it broke ole dunnys neck in the fall, left me afoot and stranded,
twenty miles from the ranch was that draw. Twenty miles back younder, was
where the ranch house lay.I knowed I had ter choose between two evils, so I chose ole Red that day.

I gets my saddle on him and cinches her up good and tight, I knowed he were a badun and it were gonna be a heck of a fight. Well I steps thar upon him and reaches up fer the blind, I cud hear them roller rumbling, thar were
lots of white thar in his eyes. About that time he left the earth,and headed
up ter the skies. Now it were his own fault, it wern't nothing that I done
cause I was pulling leather, and doing my best to hang there on.

He bucked over a bank, maybe ten foot high, but I was still in the leather
when he come down outter the sky.
He landed in a hole of water, and that were his downfall. I just kept him thar in it till he were purt near ready to fall. Now the boys at the ranch seed us a coming and started to gather around. They cudnt believe what they were seeing but it were thar plain see. It were ole red the outlaw and in his middle thar sat me.

2002, Art Burdic 



Cows

Two slickers was traveling across the country one day,
When they got to Arizona they decided to stay.
Says one to the other just you look right there,
All that good land is going to ruin it appears.

The cows are ruining the land, they have drank the San Pedro
right down to the sand, eat all the trees from the roots to the sky.
If we don't do something the whole country will die. 
I'll run for office and you vote for me, soon we will control all of this country.

We will control all the country from the canyon they call Grand
South to the border of Old Mexico's land. 
We'll run all the rancher right off of the land 
And soon there will be a forest to cover all the sand. 
I know it's the cows that is causing such woe, with them here there is nothing can grow.

Now if you happen to see a Mugwomp in a tree, that bird so shy and so rare,
Call out the reserves that bird we must preserve, it may have a suckling out
there. 
Call Earth First then Green Earth 
And I guess a biological institute or two.

Get the government to step in and then we will be sure to win
We'll be rid of them cows pretty soon. 
Then we can sit back and with joy
Relax and enjoy our steak out every noon.

2002, Art Burdic 



About Art Burdic:

I was born at Montel Texas, Jan 1930 the youngest of nine kids. We moved to Wickenburg, Arizona that same year where we lived for about twelve years before moving back to Texas. My brother and I roamed up and down the Hassiampa river at Wickenburg, riding or trying to ride anything we could catch. We had a corral hidden in a box canyon where we would catch horses cows and burro's and try them one at a time as they came out.

Back when we were trying to ride every thing with hair on the Hassampi there was a rancher turned six colts out on the river until they were old enough to break  My brother and I rode them all the time when we could get them in the corral. Almost forty years later I was talking to an uncle of mine and he was telling me about the time that rancher up at Wickenburg hired him to break those horses. He said he never could figure out why horses that had run wild from on the river all their lives never offered to buck when they
were brought in. I just said "Uncle Birl you owe me and Ray ten bucks a head
for doing your job for you."

 

 

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