The Winnemucca All-Star Cow dog Debacle

(And Chili Cook-Off Spectacular) 

The news said “Snows a coming,

Pack your chains or stay at home.”

And the girls were getting worried

Bout us hauling out alone

Now me and Dan we’re punchy

And you know that we aint scared

But on jitter juice and bullshit

Our old judgment can get impaired

So we loaded up and boogied

All the dogs tucked in up front

And with 4^th down to go and inches

This is a team that just don’t punt

See we came to win some money

Meet new friends and stir the pot

Had our few best dogs working good

So we allows we’ve got a shot

Old Tucker he was first to go

See he drew up number 5

Gave the fetch his God forsaken best

Had them cattle on the drive

Got them leppy’s to the bayou sort

His run was going hot

But then that charlois changed his tune

Put the whole bunch on the trot

Old Festus he was next to go

His daddy’s shoes to fill

Gave the course his level best

And boy it fit the bill

He scored right up there near the top

To the finals he was bound

The field would have to catch him

To make the buckle round

Then the cattle they got sullen

Near the middle of the go

And yours truly took my turn

To try and go put on a show

That little bolt of lightning

My good old Zippy girl

She said “Dad just get out of my way.”

I’ll give this bunch a whirl

Man alive she wasn’t fooling round

She came to get’r done

And she did with plenty of time to spare

She sure did make it fun

So with out first runs there behind us

We waited out the rest

To see if our first efforts

Would hold up to the test

But with 3 dogs there left to go

My old nerves up in my throat

The last dog got her figured out

And me and Zip missed the boat

Now its next year in our crosshairs

And it may seem a bit silly

But we couldn’t ask for any better

Cowboy 6.0 

Now this cowboy life is changing

Some for good and some for bad

And I don’t think that our grandkids

Will have the life we’ve had

They’ll never ride the marshland

Or the desert hot and dry

And they’ll never watch the sunset

Up there in the western sky

Instead of cow dogs they’ll have keyboards

To gather up their stock

And you’ll sell your calves on E-bay

From the Starbucks down the block

To get your horse a workin good

Just add more memory

Or a faster microprocessor

How easy it will be

To irrigate your pastures

Just pull a lever down

And change the valves by remote control

From the café there in town

Our feed will come from PG&E

Tools and parts from radio shack

We’ll give a holler down to old ma bell

To order up your tack

Let’s not forget the rodeo

The cowboy NFL

Our high tech integration

Will upload here as well

So now in Vegas each December

At the Electronic Finals Rodeo

All the cowboys will be vying

For the title Cowboy v. 6.0