When you're saggin' in the saddle
and your head is droopin' low,
just keep a-pushin' on, my friend;
you can't have far to go.
Push on, push on,
although the light is gone!
Your woman waits at home for you;
she won't turn out the light.
She'll keep that home fire burnin'
if it takes you all the night.
Push on, push on,
although the light is gone!
She's got a steak upon the stove,
and baked potato, too,
and cherry pie there for dessert;
she made it just for you!
Push on, push on,
although the light is gone!
Then after supper's put away,
she'll draw you a hot bath.
You know what natcherly comes next;
enjoy the aftermath!
Push on, push on,
although the light is gone!
Ah, the charming mind of a hard-working cowboy and my won't his sore body enjoy that hot bath after a day in the saddle- -I enjoy the heck out of your poetry, Cowboy! ! ! Top marks though the score board doesn't work.
Thank you very much, Susan. The scoreboard works just fine. It's just like leaving a comment. Your comment doesn't show up for a few days, and neither does your vote.
A well authored composition. Truly fascinating...5 stars*****
with the number of kangaroos leaping in front of your car, to be on a horse you're wiser by far.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. So encouraging, and for all the right reasons. Good un!