We Danced

The bar was empty
I was sweeping up the floor
That's when she walked in
I said, "I'm sorry but we're closed"
And she said "I know,
But I'm afraid I left my purse"
I said, "I put one back behind the bar
I bet it's probably yours"
And the next thing that I knew
There we were, lost in conversation
And before I handed her her purse
I said, "You'll only get this back on one condition"

And we danced
Out there on that empty hardwood floor
The chairs up and the lights turned way down low
The music played, we held each other close
And we danced

And from that moment
There was never any doubt
I had found the one
That I had always dreamed about
And then one evenin'
When she stopped by after work
I pulled a diamond ring out of the pocket of my shirt
And as her eyes filled up with tears
She said, "This is the last thing I expected"
And then she took me by the hand
And said, "I'll only marry you on one condition"

And we danced
Out there on that empty hardwood floor
The chairs up and the lights turned way down low
The music played, we held each other close
And we danced

Like no one else had ever danced before
I can't explain what happened on that floor
But the music played
We held each other close
And we danced
Yeah, we danced
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
Just a nice song
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Dry Land Crop

My jeans are ripped, my boots are dry and muddy
You can tell that I drink beer and not champagne
I'm the kind of girl who likes to keep things simple
I've never longed for fortune of fame

My best friend is my dog, not a diamond
Diamonds don't snuggle up to you when you cry
And I don't like the thought, of being bought
A girl in love is something you can't buy

Yeah, I'm happy just the way things are, boy
There's not much more that I need
A dry land crop doesn't need alot of rain
A shower now and then will get it through
And in a way I am like that barren bit of land
All I need is a rain drop from you

So cancel those dinner reservations
Instead let's take the dogs down to the creek
We'll pack a picnic lunch, we'll lie there in the sun
What a perfect way to end a working week

Yeah, I'm happy just the way things are, boy
There's not much more that I need
A dry land crop doesn't need alot of rain
A shower now and then will get it through
And in a way I am like that barren bit of land
All I need is a rain drop from you

A dry land crop doesn't need alot of rain
A shower now and then will get it through
And in a way I am like that barren bit of land
All I need is a rain drop from you

All I need is a rain drop from you
All I need is a rain drop from you
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Posted: Apr 2010
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Still Circlin

He's movin' all his stock, to that bare paddock
The fire's comin' through and it's comin' fast
With 1600 sheep and 200 cattle
When it comes to givin up he'd be the last

And the old brigade came by with the bad news
The big burn's on it's way and we need your help
So he kissed his wife goodbye and said I love you
And he left his stock to fend for themselves
It's just how it goes

And he's stil circlin'
'Round and 'round upon this dusty land
And he'll keep the mob together while he's workin'
Always keen to lend a helpin' hand
And he's still circlin

A windshift turned the fire past his homestead
And he was faced with putin' down his injured stock
Across the smokey flat all lame and breathless
His collie cirled round the frightened mob
He's doin' his job

And he's stil circlin'
'Round and 'round upon this dusty land
And he'll keep the mob together while he's workin'
Always keen to lend a helpin' hand
And he's still circlin

Through drought and flood and fire
Through hardship and good time
I'll raise my glass to every man and dog
If you look you'll always find


They're stil circlin'
'Round and 'round upon this dusty land
And they'll keep the mob together while they're workin'
Always keen to lend a helpin' hand
And they're still circlin

Still circlin'
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
For all the farmiers and graziers out there
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Grog Monster

Just a quiet young bloke from out near Hay
With a well respected family name
He didn't drink or smoke never swore or fought
Well at least that's what his parents thought

But that all changed on the day he headed off to school
He became a household name for breaking all the rules
He'll be straight arm drinking blind man thinking
How can I go wrong?
Well he's the best he'll show the rest
He's right where he belongs
Bringing to the table how his old man used to play
It's a job it's a duty to
Let the grog monster off the chain

He's a bit of a legend with all his mates
When he ploughs the tractor right through the gates
And he'll drag the dirtbike through the door
Do some doughnuts on the kitchen floor

He'll be spinning from the clothesline
And fighting mates for fun
The centre of attention when he's wearing all his rum

Now he'll go down in history
As an alcoholic inductee
And we won't forget the stunts his pulled
Or the machinery that he's totalled

But he'll use his skills train them up initiate his peers
The grog monster tradition will then live on for years

Party startin' fire lightin' dancing in the rain
Raise that arm above his head and look out
He's off the chain
Tractor driving, bare-fist fighting, going all the way
Damage and destruction is his game
He's off the chain
He's off the chain
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
Just a song for all you country folk, So come on and let your inner grog monster, out!
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The Day That My Wife Met My Girlfriend

Well I Got Home and the door was locked
And I tried to ring the bell
I found a little bitty note that she had wrote
Telling me to go to hell
I crawled in the window got inside
She kicked me in the balls I cried
Called me a name said I lied
Kicked me again I thought I died
Took my clothes set em' on fire
And hit me with her curling iron
I tired to block it with my watch
And then she kicked me in the crotch again
Yeah today's the day my wife met my girlfriend
Well I tried to tell her but she didn't care
Things weren't what they seemed
She had a pan on the stove full of boiling water
And my nads would soon be steamed
I tried to run scream for help
She hit me in the nerts with a Rhinestone belt
It was like nothing that I ever felt
I thank god I wasn't wearing a kilt
She grabbed a bat from beneath the bed
She swung it once and she missed my head
She reared back swung again and
Then she hit me in the twins again
Yeah today's the day my wife met my girlfriend
Yeah today's that awful day,
Now my boys won't be the same
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Posted: Apr 2010
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White Liar

Hey white liar
The truth comes out a little at a time
And it spreads just like a fire
Slips off of your tongue like turpentine
And I don't know why
White liar

You better be careful what you do
I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes
If they ever found you out
You better be careful what you say
It never really added up any way
I got friends in this town

Hey white liar
The truth comes out a little at a time
And it spreads just like a fire
Slips off of your tongue like turpentine
And I don't know why
White liar

You said you went out to a bar
And walked some lady to her car
But your face has more to tell
Cuz my cousin saw you on the street
With a red head named Bernice
Turns out you don't lie too well

Hey white liar
The truth comes out a little at a time
And it spreads just like a fire
Slips off of your tongue like turpentine
And I don't know why
White liar

Here's a bombshell just for you
Turns out I've been lying too

Yeah I'm a white liar
The truth comes out a little at a time
And it spreads just like a fire
Slips off of my tongue like turpentine
And I don't know why
White Liar
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Posted: Apr 2010
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Shotgun

Love me in the morning,
Love me like you need me,
I hear you call and your never gonna leave me.
Loving you is easy,
Never gonna say goodbye.

Love me in the evening,
Hold me till i'm sleeping,
I know your with me,
I hear you breathin',
Yeah I'm gonna love,
Yeah I'm gonna love you right.

Rainfalls louder, snow falls down,
colours brighter when you're around,
Cause there's no shotgun hanging around my door tonight.
With you I'm safe here till' the morning light.

Love me in the morning,
Love me like you need me,
I hear you call and your never gonna leave me.
Loving you is easy,
Never gonna say goodbye.

Love me in the evening,
Hold me till i'm sleeping,
I know your with me,
I hear you breathin',
Yeah I'm gonna love,
Yeah I'm gonna love you right.

Whispers softly, take my hand,
Hold me closer, right till the end,
Cause there's no shotgun hanging around my door tonight.
With you i'm safe here till the morning light.

X2
Love me in the morning,
Love me like you need me,
I hear you call and your never gonna leave me.
Loving you is easy,
Never gonna say goodbye.

Love me in the evening,
Hold me till i'm sleeping,
I know your with me,
I hear you breathin',
Yeah I'm gonna love,
Yeah I'm gonna love you right.

Cause there's no shotgun hanging around my door tonight.
With you i'm safe here till the morning light
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Posted: Apr 2010
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Three Chain Road

Billy was a drover
He lived out on the three chain road
Fell in love with Mary and they married
She made his shack a home

He drove them off to Queensland
And it hurt to have to leave her on her own
But she promised shed be waiting
When he brought the cattle home

Theres a lonesome wind blowing down
The three chain road tonight
Its sending out a warning as she blows
Billy dont go riding down
The three chain road tonight
The wind is crying Billy please dont go

Billy came home early
He wasnt due for many days
Walked into the cabin and found his Mary
In a strangers arms she lay

In the blindness of his anger
The fatal shots rang out from Billys gun
In that smoky silence he knew
And he wept for what hed done

Theres a lonesome wind blowing down
The three chain road tonight
Its sending out a warning as she blows
Billy dont go riding down
The three chain road tonight
The wind is crying Billy please dont go

Billy walked out slowly
He knew what must be done
Somewhere in the darkness a shot rang out
Billys time had come

They say his spirits out there
You can feel it every time the cold wind blows
Its warding off the strangers
Who come by the three chain road

Theres a lonesome wind blowing down
The three chain road tonight
Its sending out a warning as she blows
Billy dont go riding down
The three chain road tonight
Theres a lonesome wind blowing down
The three chain road tonight
Its sending out a warning as she blows
Billy dont go riding down
The three chain road tonight
The wind is crying Billy please dont go
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Posted: Apr 2010
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Would You Go With Me

Would you go with me if we rolled down streets of fire
Would you hold on to me tighter as the summer sun got higher
If we roll from town to town and never shut it down

Would you go with me if we were lost in fields of clover
Would we walk even closer until the trip was over
And would it be okay if I didn't know the way

If I gave you my hand would you take it
And make me the happiest man in the world
If I told you my heart couldn't beat one more minute without you, girl
Would you accompany me to the edge of the sea
Let me know if you're really a dream
I love you so, so would you go with me

Would you go with me if we rode the clouds together
Could you not look down forever
If you were lighter than a feather
Oh, and if I set you free, would you go with me

If I gave you my hand would you take it
And make me the happiest man in the world
If I told you my heart couldn't beat one more minute without you, girl
Would you accompany me to the edge of the sea
Help me tie up the ends of a dream
I gotta know, would you go with me
I love you so, so would you go with me
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Posted: Apr 2010
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Temporary Home

A little boy, six years old
A little too used to being alone
Another new mom and dad
Another school, another house that will never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face

This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passing through
This is just a stop on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know
This is my temporary home

Young mom, on her own
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go
She's looking for a job, looking for a way out
'Cause a halfway house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
"Someday we'll find our place here in this world"

This is our temporary home, it's not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we're passing through
This is just a stop on the way to where we're going
I'm not afraid because I know
This is our temporary home

Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers
"Don't cry for me, I'll see you all someday"
He looks up and says
"I can see God's face"

This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passing through
This was just a stop on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know
This was my temporary home

This is our temporary home
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Posted: Apr 2010
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Legacy Of Rodeo

There's a hundred years of history,
And a hundred before that,
All gathered in the thinkin'
Goin' on beneath this hat.

And back behind his eyeballs
And pumpin' through his veins,
Is the ghost of every cowboy
That ever held the reins.

Every coil in his lasso's
Been thrown a million times,
His quite concentrations
Been distilled through ancient minds.

It's evolution workin'
When silver scratches hide,
And a ghostly cowboy chorus
Fills his head and says 'let's ride'.

The cold flame burns within him
'Till his skins as cold as ice,
And the dues he paid to get here
Are worth every sacrifice.

All the miles spent sleep drivin'
All the money down the drain,
All the 'if I's' and 'nearly's'
All the bandages and pain.

All the female tears left dryin'
All the fever and the fight,
Are just a small down payment
On the ride he makes tonight.

It's guts and love and glory,
One mortal's chance at fame,
His legacy is rodeo,
And cowboy is his name.
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
I didn't actually write this poem, its dedicated to all the Bullriders out there who have come off a bull and survived it. Lane Frost was a true cowboy, who in his day lived up to his name, at just 24 he was instantly killed by a bull name Red Rock which he rode at the Calgary Stampede championship finals.
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