CRAZY HORSE RANCH

((Painting by CLIFF HINSON))

A COWBOYS PRAYER by Badger Clark Oh Lord, I've never lived where churches grow I love creation better as it stood That day you finished it so long ago And looked upon your work and called it good I know that others find you in the light That's sifted down through tinted window panes And yet I seem to feel you near tonight In this dim quiet starlight on the plains I thank you, Lord, that I am placed so well That you have made my freedom so complete That I'm no slave of whistles, clock or bell Nor weak eyed prisoner of wall and street Just let me live my life as I've begun And give me work that's open to the sky Make me a pardner of wind and sun And I won't ask for life that's soft or high Let me be easy on the man that's down Let me be fair and generous with all I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town But never let 'em say I'm mean or small Make me as big and open as the plains As honest as the horse between my knees Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains Free as the hawk that circles the breeze Forgive me, Lord, if I sometimes forget You know the reasons that are hid You understand the things that gall and fret You know me better than my Mother did Just keep an eye on all that's done or said And right me sometimes when I turn aside And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead That stretches upward, toward the Great Divide

The Cowboy's Faith ( No Horses In Heaven) . What's that, sir, no horses in heaven you say Hold on, Mr. Preacher, don't talk that way Don't call it a country of pleasures and rest For us sun-dried punchers out here in the west Unless there's some horses across the Divide That we can lasso and pal with and ride We don't want no wings, or a harp, don't you see We want to live on in a land that is free Where mesquite ain't thick and the fences are few And all honest cowboys have something to do We want just a blanket out under the sky Where we can count stars and the clouds floating by We want the night song of the cricket and owl We want to get lonesome when coyotes howl I'll pine there in Heaven, if Pinto ain't there To leave him behind, sir, to me won't look square Us two have been pardners for seven long years A ridin' on circle and trailin' the steers So when I checks in and lay down my rope I ain't got much gospel, but this is my hope I'll step through the darkness along trails that's strange And find Pinto waiting up there on the range >


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