It I Could, I Would Poem by John Yaws

I loaded up my saddle-
And went to get my check...
I'd barely made my entries back,
My pickup was a wreck.

My Wrangler jeans were threadbare-
My boots both needed soles-
I had some pasteboard stuffed inside,
To cover up the holes.

But as I headed out of town-
I felt that life was fine...
Living life just as I pleased...
No mouth to feed but mine.


A bedroll in the pickup bed-
A riggin' sack and clothes.
And not a thing I wanted, friend
Except to rodeo!

But that was twenty years ago-
And all of that is changed...
My riggin' sack's a briefcase now,
The city is my range.

I haven't rode a horse in years...
And don't know if I could...
If I could do it all again...
I guarantee, I would!