Shorty & Slim

They were two cowboys
riding along a snow covered fence
The wind was cold and brutal
but the sun felt good to their hearts

After three days and two nights
they left the old man’s line shack
It had saved their lives,
that night after the blizzard
The old man was a blessing
old soul was he
and we loved his stories

So Shorty, Slim hollers
how’s about that old fart
he’s a character, eh?

Yeah says Slim
and I thought he was gonna bake us
with that fire blazin in that old pot belly stove

Better than freezin to death
I figure, laughs Shorty
Sides his whiskey was aged
just like him

So we decided we’d hafta go back sometime
We were like two strays ourselves
and I had a vision of riders coming cross the mesa
riding horses of different paints

I just smiled to myself
glad to be alive
on this fine winters day

(c) Dale Clark