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i needed a pair of cowboy boots
not hard when you know where to go
off to the thrift store always a sale
to wear to the cement city cowboy show
sitting on the shelf hardly worn
as usual the price was low
they were near the floor
kinda hard to see you know
they were hand tooled with a carved eagle
so for a dollar i took them home with me
as a tribute to all the thrift stores
that gives you a bargain not quite free
combing my moustache and dressing with care
wearing my fine silk shirt and go to hell grin
i swaggered with my special boots
to hear the cement city cowboys and their songs of sin
4 comments:
Oh this is CUTE LOL! I LOVE it :o)))).
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I love your take on thrift stores. The last verse conjures up quite an image - 'combing my moustache...go to hell grin...I swaggered with my special city boots'.
Lively, like an old upbeat country song.
"cement city cowboys and their songs of sin" I love it!
What a great illustration of how a thrift store can open up so many possibilities...
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