Stetson hat and bolo tie.
Sunday best, 'cause he was a cowboy guy.
If grandpa wasn't home, nothing was wrong.
He had cabin fever all year long.
At the cabin the grandkids ran awry,
While he watched from the porch with a smile, 'cause he was a cowboy guy.
Fishing, hunting, going exploring.
He made sure life in Fruitland was never boring.
He would come over for dinner or just to say hi.
Then home to watch bull riding, 'cause he was a cowboy guy.
And bring on the food, 'cause grandpa could cook!
Though I don't think he ever referenced a book.
Who needs instructions to get a turkey to fry?
He didn't, 'cause he was a cowboy guy.
Grandpa taught me a lot, like how to care.
How to work hard and how to swear.
How to plow snow with a tractor, how to build a shed.
How to shoot without aiming and kill the "blankety-blank" rodent dead.
He taught me all politicians are liars and crooks.
And how sometimes you got what you wanted 'cause of your rugged good looks.
But most importantly he taught me to help others, rather then stand by.
And that's what he did, my grandpa, my cowboy guy.
Love you grandpa.
See you in heaven.
Love, Kimber
