What Santa Can't Bring
by Rand Selle
Friday, February 08, 2008
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Santa bring me a cowgirl someday,
she can't be afraid to haul some hay.
Will ride the nastiest of my pony string,
gets my heart when she get the ring.
Handles a stick in my dually truck,
ropes with the best doesn't need luck.
She can walk in the hills looking for horns,
not scared of stickers and a praire thorns.
Looks hotter wearing this cowboys hat,
enjoys excerise so neither of us gets fat.
Is always up for a good long laugh,
jumps at vacations to white water raft.
Lets me do my own thing for a while,
steals my heart with her innocent smile.
Lets me know when she wants to dance,
enjoys my cowboy way of western romance.
Her favorite animals are horses and dogs,
wants the corrals to be made of cedar logs.
Helps me get closer to the man up there,
orders her T-Bone steak medium rare.
Likes a chance to wrestle playing rough,
reminds me that I'm alway good enough.
Wouldn't sacrifice one night for my trust,
couldn't let herself be over took by lust.
Sings along with me to Chris LeDoux’s ryhmes,
ready when were headed out for good times.