Ol’ Lonesome Blue


He’s always been a dreamer, and he loves his freedom too.

That’s what got him started, with old “Lonesome Blue.”

One day he kissed his wife good-by and climbed into the cab,

He was feeling awful happy, though his wife looked mighty sad.


He’s a lonely livestock trucker, and he drives the lonesome plains.

He only stops for coffee, and to whimper and complain,

That he never sees his boy enough, and he misses Katie too.

And someday he will quit the rig he calls, “Ol’ Lonesome Blue.”


There’s a photograph of the first time he came home with Lonesome Blue

Scotch-taped to the visor; shiny, clean and new.

With his arm around his Katie bride, and a foot on Lonesome Blue,

He told her, “Wild horses, Hon, won’t keep me ‘way from you.”


Oh but that was in the distant past, now she’s gone home to mom.

She couldn’t stand being all alone, with a cowboy on the run.

She’s got his boy and he’s got his toy, And he sings his lonesome tune.

“Someday wild horses, Hon, might bring me home to you.”


Break


On a mountain pass, midst the shattered glass, he wakes up in a daze.

Through the branches sees a blue roan, kicking snow to graze.

Of twenty head there’s nineteen dead, and one left for the ride.

Ain’t it kind of strange how some dreams are realised.


He was a lonely livestock trucker, he drove the lonesome plains.

He only stopped for coffee, and to whimper and complain,

That he never saw his boy enough, and he missed his x-wife too.

And someday he would quit the rig he called, “Ol’ Lonesome Blue.”


And he told her, “Wild horses hon, won’t keep me ‘way from you.”

And he rode right up to Katie on a horse called ‘Lonesome Blue’.


© Sept 13, 1993 by ~Francis (Frank) H. Peters~

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