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Boy, I sure do love cowboy music. Now I don’t mean
stuff like “Grandma Tied Me Up With Her Scarf So I Can’t Go To My
Sweetie’s House Tonight.” Nope.
Well, to be completely honest, there is a place for that, too. But
to achieve the right mood for that kinda music, you must first 1.
Prepare your taste buds with a couple of jiggers of Old Overcoat, 2.
Write home and lie about how much money you make. And of course 3.
Borrow your buddy’s shooting ear muffs and try them out to see that
he wasn’t cheated by buying them.
No, I mean cowboy music. Roy Rogers, Sons of the Pioneers, Gene
Autry, Steve Cormier and a bunch more. These are the true songs of
the campfires under starry skies. But there are some of us not
blessed with the correct tonsils and when others hear us sing, they
start dreaming of Belgravia, wherever that is.
So the secret is to do all your singing on the back of a horse. A
slow horse. If he’s hard of hearing, all the better. And ride that
ol’ cayuse in drag on a herd of cattle which isn’t in a rush to get
somewhere.
And about a half mile from the next water stop, when those cows
start complaining loudly to the Western skies, open ‘er up, Pard.
Let the music out.
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Sing as loud as Roy or Gene
would’ve done. And, if it turns out your version of “Goodbye Ol’
Paint” isn’t as good as others sing it … just look around. No one
can hear you. Hey, therein lies the secret to success in cowboy
music.
“Goodbye Ol’ Paint, I’m-a leavin’ Cheyenne…”
See?
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
Brought to you by
Sweetgrass Mornings, a memoir of sorts. I think you’ll like it.
Published by University of New Mexico Press. In most bookstores.
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