Friday, February 11, 2011

Valentines: Roses Are Red

Roses are red, ‘ceptin’ in
Texas where they’s yeller.
I’d be plum obliged to
be yer feller.

I’d be so proud to live
and to age
with the prettiest bloom
ever seen on the sage

The day we met it was round
up time in my heart,
and if’n I could corral you at the
homestead we’d never part.

I’d promise to love, trust, honor
and obey,
and from my little
cowgirl I’d never stray.

By your side I’d stay both night
and day,
and promise to love you the cowboy way.

© Bobby Cohoon