I was a cowboy – Daniel J. Arthur’s Journal

Did you ever know the first time
You noticed something new
I don’t really know when mine
Was something that I knew

I was a cowboy
It’s what I saw on the box
It was black and white to me
I was shooting in my socks

I didn’t know it was in my blood
Like somethings shouldn’t be
I was going to defend family
Just like a horse is my bud

My grandpas owned ranches
They rode horses and chased cattle
Quite often they mended fences
They faced the many battles

I was a cowboy
I learned to shoot on TV
When the bad guys came
I would before they got me

I would ride many horses
Maybe they were really ponies
I was always seeing courses
Riding not just to please

I soon found out that bad boys
Were not just out with a gun
Doing crazy gave them joy
Causing chaos was their fun

So I learned to protest
When they tried to harm
I found out much to detest
Men in sheep wear using charm

I was a cowboy
There is not doubt about it
Fighting evil was my joy
Many fires they have lit

I was a cowboy
Racism was no way
To treat any people I knew
I traded in guns to have a say

I didn’t know I was a cowboy
When I tried to help fight
Doing right gave me much joy
It gave bad guys a big fright

I traded in my idea of guns
Using our thoughts to make
Good to change bad ones
And give the greedy a quake

I would ride many horses
Maybe they were really ponies
I was always seeing courses
Riding not just to please

I soon found out that bad boys
Were not just out with a gun
Doing crazy gave them joy
Causing chaos was their fun

So I learned to protest
When they tried to harm
I found out much to detest
Men in sheep wear using charm

It still goes that way today
I am still a cowboy with a gun
The bad guys win, no way
They will cease to have their fun

My gun is what I say and do
I don’t need to shoot anyone
My horses are a different crew
We ride together the bad to shun

I was a cowboy riding along
I found the bad guys doing wrong
I helped people to stand up for
Their rights as people we adore

I was a cowboy
I learned to shoot on TV
When the bad guys came
I knew that was not me

My gun is what I say and do
I don’t need to shoot anyone
My horses are a different crew
We ride together the bad to shun

I remembered I am a cowboy
The good guys that play fair
I fight good to help bring joy
To good people everywhere

I was a cowboy
I love to ride my horse
I look to bring people joy
Fighting evil of course

Love love
It’s true

by Daniel J Arthur