Tale by “Pony Tail”
by John Townsend & Cactus Jack McCarty
I took the windmill back to England,
the “Nara Visa” flied.
My neighbors thought me crazy,
but it makes me think of Clyde.
We do a Wild West show cross’d o’er
Import the cowboy style;
Riding, roping, ponies loping,
to raise a British smile.
To bring an understanding light
into a British face,
and with a proper sort of myth,
explain the Cowboy Race.
The Cowboy wasn’t born on screen,
with blazing guns in hand,
but common men with horse and beef
to feed a hungry land.
The Cowboy Breed is different,
no ordinary man;
his gut is filled with gravel while
his blood is thick with sand.
It’s when they’re in adversity,
that’s when they’re at their best;
when overcoming obstacles
beyond most human test.
I took the windmill back to England,
the “Nara Visa” flied.
My neighbors thought me crazy, but
It makes me think of Clyde.
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