'Brandin' Time at th' Triple "T"

It's brandin' time once't agin in th' corral at Triple "T";
......Th' dogies have been cut frum th' herd after a frantic spree!
Cowboys sweated an' cussed in suns reachin a hun'ert degrees,
......As they flushed 'em out uv arroyos an' groves uv salt pine trees!

It'll be a frenzied week er so on th' Triple "T" spread;
......Even seasoned cowpokes anticipate it with a lot uv dread.
A feller could bust sum bones, gittin' wild dogies lassoed,
......Wrestlin' them brutes to th' ground a-gittin' 'em throwed!

In his faithful ol' cuttin' hoss th' cowboy puts his trust,
......To help bring them wily critters down, a-sprawlin' in th' dust!
After much bawlin' an' kickin', th' calf is at last subdued,
......An' is seared with th' Triple "T" brand, forever tatooed!

Th' dusty ol' corral rings with raucous hollers an' hoots,
......As a cowboy gits kicked an' goes sailin' head over boots!
His calloused hands an' nose leave deep furrows in th' earth;
......He gits up shakin' his head an' a-cussin' fer all he's worth!

Brandin' season's over, now he can return to fixin' fences,
......Herdin' cattle, an' savorin' Colorady's mountains an' expanses.
Ain't no gittin' 'round it, brandin' cums with a cowpokes career;
......He'll be back in th' corral ropin' an' sweatin' agin next year!.......

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