Good And Faithful Servant. . . .


You can always tell a cowboy,
By lookin' at his truck.
It's like gettin' on a 2 year old,
You know he's gonna' buck.

His truck will have the usual stuff.
But no chrome or fancy wheels.
Just look upon the dash,
And you'll find his latest deals.

In the back there'll be a rope, an empty sack,
And maybe a roll or two of wire.
He won't have a catalytic converter,
'Cause it may cause a fire.

He'll have two spares. some used bailer twine,
And half a sack of feed.
His gooseneck hitch is back there too.
For a tail gate, he has no need.

There'll be some wires runnin'into the side,
Where the trailer lights used to go.
They worked real good one time, but shorted out.
What year he doesn't know.

The windows aren't tinted or clean,
And only one of them runs down.
If you look on the floor of the passenger side,
You'll find a cowboy lost and found.

The rubber cap is off the clutch,
And the windshield, it is cracked.
The rear bumper will have a dent or two.
Where into stuff he's backed.

The air conditioner; it don't work,
And hasn't for sev'ral years.
The last time it was washed,
He paid the help in beers.

But it gets him where ht's goin',
And pulls his trailer too.
But since he's horseback most the time,
For him, it's good as new!

Feb. 1996
David J. Dill



           David Dill was born and raised in Corsicana, Navarro, Co. Texas. He earned his Masters Degree from Sam Houston State University in Huntsville, Texas and worked for the USDA for nearly 34 years. 
He wrangled for a time in Colorado. The adjacent photo is of David Dill and his horse, Dakota.        

       After retirement he devoted his full time to writing and reciting his cowboy poetry and ranching at his Z D Ranch in Hubbard, Texas. David Dill is a licensed auctioneer and conducts general and horse auctions.  He has conducted some of his auctions from horseback. He also makes and sell hand tied "cowboy" halters.

You can read more of his poetry at his web site:                           


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