PROMPTuesday #113: Sing Me a Cowboy Song

Been a long time comin’

I hear it on the tracks

Slow train windin’

Breathing down my back

Put my thumb out hopin’ for a ride

Not looking back now

At those endless railroad ties

Still ignoring the signs

 

Spend all day running

You know I will and can

The train might be coming

But I’ll try to make a stand

 

Not backing down or getting off my feet

Go ahead and push me

Try to make me less complete

A useless irony

 

So soon it passes or was that just a dream

Am I ridin’ solo or the ghost I used to be

It’s hard to tell when you’re running just to run

Going somewhere, hoping for someone

Still moving down the road

Yellow lines are gone

I hear the whistle blow

And know it won’t be long

 

Spend all day running

You know I will and can

The train might be coming

But I’ll try to make a stand

 

Not backing down or getting off my feet

Go ahead and push me

Try to make me less complete

A useless irony

 

Howdy pardners!* It’s country western song day here at PROMPTuesday! Write me some lonesome lyrics that would make a bull’s balls swell.

 

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*Bona fide country songwriters hate me right now.

 

7 thoughts on “PROMPTuesday #113: Sing Me a Cowboy Song”

  1. Rye whiskey
    Sloshes on the bar
    He’s had too much, maybe
    Imploding like a star
    His eyes are dim, hazy
    He chews on a cigar
    And wonders
    How’s he get that girl out of his head?

    Cryin’ ain’t no use and workin hard just makes him sore.
    Quiet Sunday evenin’s, well they make him miss her more.
    Poker night at Johnny’s house? Aw hell, that guy’s a bore.
    He’d rather be here passed out on the floor.

    Lost weekend
    Beneath a prairie moon
    She makes him laugh, again
    Singin’ some old tune
    About a gal cheatin’
    Who knew it would come true?
    He wonders
    How’s he get that girl out of his head?

    Cryin’ ain’t no use . . . etc.

    Days, ranchin’
    Chasin’ after
    And every night, drinkin’
    Whiskey chased with beer
    He still can’t stop thinkin’
    She’s gonna reappear.
    He’s never
    Gonna get that girl out of his head.

    Cryin’ ain’t no use . . . etc.

    May as well stay here passed out on the floor.

  2. I came hoping for a prompt wherein I could speak of my melancholia in rhyme.

    I. Swear. To. God. That’s. True.

    Thank you.

    ILY. AAL.

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