by Amanda RaeNell Smith
You have blue eyes and dark skin,
but you never knew
if you were gonna win.
I tell you each day
how I love watching your rodeo,
but can't stand the pain
that you feel each night!
You say you love the laughter,
the excitement, the tension,
and how they play your favorite song.
I knew that I always wanted a cowboy,
the one with the boots, the hat,
and the tight jeans,
but you always forgot
what you had when you were riding
that bull in the rodeo.
I knew that someday you would come home,
but I never dreamed that you would
have to die before you would.
I guess I always thought you would
and I could see your grinning face.
And I could say, "How's My Cowboy?"