He pulled in one morning just to ask for directions

Seems he’d made a wrong turn and got lost

He figured he’d be on the road in a minute

Never knew just how much it would cost

In the parking lot somehow things seemed a bit off

Not scary but surely quite strange

It seemed like he wasn’t in Jersey no more

As a fella hummed Home on the Range

There were cowboys and cowgirls and greetings of “Howdy”

and old looking pistols and such.

Young guys and old guys and pretty girls too

and some fella walked by with a crutch

He was plumb fascinated and wondered just what

all these weird looking folks were about

So he followed them down through the trees for awhile

When he saw it, he let out a shout

A whole western town like the movies of old

appeared like a dream ‘fore his eyes.

A jail, a hotel and a general store

and his low spirits started to rise

People he’d never met shook his hand firm.

They smiled and said, “Welcome home Pard”.

And the next thing he knew he was blazin away

and his life became somehow less hard

Make a long story short, in a few months or so

you’d think Texas was where he was from.

Started wearin his boots just about every day

His wife smiled at the man he’d become.

He laughed a lot more and complained a lot less

and he wore his Gus hat to the store.

That wrong turn he made introduced him to SASS.

Just a game but it’s somehow much more.

Accidental Cowboy

Photo by deputy Cuny aka Don Maloff'

©2011