Last Souvenir
Last Souvenir
During a late night, high stakes card game,
I won the saloon in which I played,
and things haven’t been the same.
Instead of riding horses and branding steers,
I’m picking up pretzels and serving beers.
I’m not saying life on the ranch ain’t all
they say its cracked up to be,
but running this place is still a business,
except they’re more ladies to see.
There’s money to be made in the cards,
and these new-fangled gambling machines.
I still wear a cowboy hat, but a fancy suit
Takes the place of my chaps and jeans.
During a late night, high stakes card game,
I won the saloon in which I played,
and things haven’t been the same.
Instead of riding horses and branding steers,
I’m picking up pretzels and serving beers.
I still have the ranch; it’s part of my life.
Smell of horses can’t get out of my mind,
and there’s only one place to find the
look of the land when the sun comes up.
I have 10,000 acres that I can call my own,
and there’s plenty to hills and valleys to wander
and creeks to fish when I want to be alone.
When I’m thirsty, and want an ice cold beer,
I can get all I want free, at the Last Souvenir.
With all my good fortune, it’s the Lord I thank,
And next I need place to put my money, a bank.