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About Bob Petermann:

Montana Rancher



Montana rancher Bob Petermann is as handy with a vintage Gibson guitar as he is with a rope. And he's a pretty fair roper.

Raised in the remote Cedar Creek area of Wibaux County, the Petermann ranch didn't receive electricity until 1966; phone service arrived in 1973. While the rest of the country was watching television, the Petermanns entertained themselves with country and western and gospel music. Bob's father played the fiddle, his sisters played piano, he and an older brother played guitar. It was his older brother, Ernie, who taught Bob to play chords when he was eight years old.

Today, Bob and his wife, Kay, make their home on the family ranch. Cattle and horses graze the rugged landscape. His repertoire has grown to include nearly 200 old cowboy classics, country tunes, gospel standards and songs that he himself has written. He's honed the collection around cattle drive campfires-singing to dudes from all over the world-and at venues across the West.

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Poems and Lyrics

Old Cowboy Waltz

Ranching's Final Stand

Christmas Poem


Old Cowboy Waltz

She was a girl from the city, and he was a wild buckaroo,
She noticed him up in the saddle bronc ridin  at the rodeo that afternoon
Then later, that night, at the saddle club dance, he was there, his back to the wall
And each time she glanced at him, his eyes met hers, and the message they shared said it all
Then when the band started playin some old cowboy song,
He was there with his hat in his hand
And they fell in love as they danced the whole night away
Sayin, I hope this old cowboy waltz never ends.

After thirty some years and three children, who are grown up and out on their own
They spend a lot of long evenings together, in that ranch house so far, far from town
But the spark is still there, in the glances they share, and sweet memories chase years away,
Till she's just the young girl he met at the dance,
And he's the cowboy who won her that day.
Then with the radio playin some old cowboy song,
She may find herself there in his arms,
And as they dance round the kitchen, you'll hear them whispering
I hope this old cowboy waltz never ends.

When it's rodeo time every summer, he still asks her out on a date
He say's "Let's go take in the saddle bronc ridin, and maybe go to the dance and stay late."
But it's a wild young crowd, and the music's too loud, so they visit awhile with their friends,
Till the band starts in playin, an old cowboy song,
And then romance takes over again.
Then they whirl round the floor, their hearts young once more,
Lost in a world of their own.
She says, "You cowboys are crazy, but I love you cause you've made
My life one long wonderful old cowboy waltz."

Then they fall in love again, just like they did back then,
Dancing to an old cowboy waltz with no end.

© 2006, Bob Petermann
These lyrics may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.


Ranching's Final Stand

Think back on glorious days, when their wild and wooly ways
Made the cowboys all the heroes of the world
When they loped across the land, and with hard and rope-scarred hands
Throwed back the hardships Mother Nature hurled
Other hardy pioneers, came and tried for several years
To live out the life of rich and fruited plains
But then they left discouraged and broke, cause the landman never spoke,
About a land too harsh and dry to produce grain.
The homesteaders moved on, to a suburb with a lawn
Where they got a job that paid them by the hour.
But the cowboy never shirked, he just grinned and went to work
And when he needed rain he made do with a shower.
A good horse between his knees, he shrugged off adversities
He never asked for help from any man.
With independence, style and class, he raised from that sea of grass
The beef that fed a growing hungry land.
He tended that land with care, cause his heart and soul were there
He understood Nature's plan and tried to get along
Till a social government, with cries of "Save the environment"
Made rules and laws that made grazing cows all wrong.
Some groups ruled by greed, said, "Cowboys live the life we need."
We gave up our freedoms for the trend,
Where in a true democracy, everything is free,
And if it can't belong to all, then it must end.
Now the cowman stood his ground, but more and more he found
He was an outlaw to what society said was norm.
Then those groups came out from town, and tried to tear his lifestyle down
That's the only way they could get him to conform.
well Yee-Haa my rugged friends, is this how our lifestyle ends?
Our submission gained by rules and regulation.
One last shoot out on the range, with those groups a-shoutin change,
And blottin out the last free enterprise of our nation.
Will all the folks someday, look at history and say
"Oh, if we could just relive that life today.
 When the things those cowboys did, served as a model for our kids,
 And symbolized the freedoms that America gave away."

© 2006, Bob Petermann
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.


Bob shared his 2011 Christmas poem:

It’d been a long cold Christmas eve and Santa needed rest.
   He was headin North, a-goin home, from somewhere way out West.
He was over the big Montana Plains, where the ranches are scattered and few,
   When he saw a yard light twinkling from a cow ranch that he knew.
He’d stopped at this place in the past to let his reindeer blow,
   There’s a shed to hide em under, to get em out of the snow.
The old couple had gone to their grand-kids, they told him they’d be gone,
   But they said “That don’t matter, you just make yourself at home.
There’s grain and hay to feed your deer, the doors don’t have no locks,
   There’s a pot of coffee on the stove, and firewood in the box.”
So Santa landed there and fed his deer, and he went on inside,
   To warm his feet, and relax a bit, before he finished up his ride.
He found some Christmas cookies and a pot of coffee, like they said,
   Then as he looked around, some things he saw, warmed his heart and filled his head,
With thoughts about these ranch folks, that old cowman and his wife,
   How they were blessed with what they have, and how they lived their life.
He saw some Christmas cards on the table, that came from all their friends.
   Showing manger scenes, and Angels, and “Peace on Earth, Good will to Men.”
Then he saw a Bible opened to Luke –Chapter 2, and the story of a Savior
   Sent to save the World and make it new.
The tale of the first Christmas, and how it all began,
   And the greatest gift of all, that came from GOD to man.
Then it was time for Santa to leave and get home before break of day
   The sky way over in the East was already turning gray.
He got his reindeer headed out, then leaned back in the sleigh.
   Like good old saddle horses, those reindeer knew the way.
Santa let his thoughts drift back to all those folks who live out on the land,
   And he said “Those folks have got it right, and they sure do understand.
They all go help each other, no matter what the task,
   And how they’re going to get paid back, they never even ask.
They’ll help a stranded traveler, and send him on his way
   They’ll feed a hungry stranger, and never ask for pay.
If everyone around the World, lived by their cowboy code,
   It would make my job lots easier, and lighten up my load.
I could concentrate on orphaned kids and folks with real need
   And not be just delivering stuff, to satisfy people’s greed.
Now I know tomorrow, Christmas will be safe again,
   Not because of toys and Santa Claus, but from what’s in the hearts of man.”

© 2011, Bob Petermann
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.


This poem is included in the 2011 Christmas at the BAR-D


Recordings and Book


Thanks for the Rain

card design by Jeri Dobrowski

Cowboy Gospel by Montana rancher Bob Petermannclassic and original
Cover painting by Kenneth Wyatt

God spoke many times in the Bible about man’s life being like the grass or grain. He spoke to farmers and herders who understood the similarity: we sprout and grow, mature and ripen, and wither. Like plants, we need rain at the right times so our lives will be fruitful and productive, and He promises to provide it. But the rain He promises is for the spirit, so we can mature as Christians. All our other needs will be taken care of if we seek first His ways and trust in Him: Deuteronomy 32; Hosea 6.

CD package design by Jeri Dobrowski


Mansion over the Hilltop
Just a Closer Walk with Thee
Consider the Lilies
Rounded up in Glory
Cowboy's Prayer
When He Was on the Cross
Gathering Flowers for the Master's Bouquet
Don't Look Back - by Bob Petermann
Where the Grass Grows Green - by Bob Petermann
Amazing Grace
Thanks for the Rain - by Bob Petermann
Somebody Bigger Than You or I

CD, available for $15 postpaid from:

Bob Petermann
942 Pine Unit Road
Wibaux, Montana 59353



Takin' up Slack


Old Cowboy Waltz, Bob Petermann
Badlands of Montana, Bob Petermann
A Couple Good Horses to Ride, Bob Petermann
Cowboy to the End, Bob Petermann
Cowboy's Prayer, DW Groethe
If Life Were Like the Movies, Bob Petermann
Take Me Back to the Prairie, Jimmy Wakely
Old Tag, Bob Petermann
If Ever I Would Leave You, words by Bob Petermann; adapted from Lerner and Loewe
God Must Be a Cowboy at Heart, Dan Seals
Lonesome Old Montana Wind, adapted from "Lonesome New Mexico Wind" by
R. W. Hampton
Simple Things, Bob Petermann and DW Groethe
Where the Grass Grows Green, Bob Petermann

CD, available for $15 postpaid from:

Bob Petermann
942 Pine Unit Road
Wibaux, Montana 59353


Cowboy to the End

Cassette tape, available for $10 postpaid from:

Bob Petermann
942 Pine Unit Road
Wibaux, Montana 59353


A Couple Good Horses to Ride

Cassette tape, available for $10 postpaid from:

Bob Petermann
942 Pine Unit Road
Wibaux, Montana 59353


Cowboy Poetry Fever

Book, currently unavailable



About Bob Petermann (continued from above):

Photo by Jeri L. Dobrowski

Petermann has three recordings to his credit: Takin' up Slack, Cowboy to the End, and A Couple Good Horses to Ride, and one book, Cowboy Poetry Fever.

What you'll discover on his recordings--in his mellow, soothing music and poetry--are songs and stories straight from the ranch. There's no embellishment to take away from the down-home sound developed over the nearly-six decades since he learned to chord and sing along with his family.

Bob's style of cowboy music has been described as "purist." He says that was one of the greatest compliments he's ever gotten. Far from trying to fit in with the fringe-and-sequins crowd, he's only too happy to pull on a pair of jeans, a rather plain Western dress shirt, boots and black hat before taking the stage. It's part of staying true to his heritage.

"I need to keep my music real," he said, "My poems and songs are a way of recording events from my generation so they won't be lost somewhere down the road."

Petermann has been a featured performer at Badger Clark Days, Hot Springs, S.D.; the Cowboy Roundup, Sheridan, Wyo.; Jim Thompson's Heritage of the American West, Spearfish, S.D.; the Dakota Cowboy Poetry Gathering, Medora, N.D.; the Old West Days Nebraska Cowboy Poetry Gathering, Valentine, Neb.; the Montana Cowboy Poetry Gathering, Lewistown, Mont.; Bob Penfield's Cowboy Opry, Lemmon, S.D., and other venues.  He is a featured performer at the 2007 National Cowboy Poetry Gathering in Elko, Nev.

by Jeri L. Dobrowski

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Bob Petermann
942 Pine Unit Road
Wibaux, Montana 59353







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