I am spring cleaning a little early, and going through old boxes I came across mementos from a road trip. One was an old post card I picked up from the museum we visited in Cody, Wyoming, on our trip across country a few years ago. The other was the Cowboy's Grace. I put them together for today's post.
Yer lookin' at a man who never learned to cook,
Unless you count pork and beans.
And a flowery grace like you'd read in a book,
Is really beyond my means.
But you can believe I'm a thankful man,
though it might be undeserved.
And I'll eat whatever comes out of the pan
No matter what's been served.
I don't take it lightly if it's real good,
'Cause I'd eat it anyway,
See, I know there's people in all likelihood
That maybe won't eat today.
So count me in if yer needin' grace said,
And bless those who provide it.
The farmers and ranchers, the bakers of bread,
The loving hands who fried it.
But most of all Lord we give thanks to You,
'Cause we who work on the land
Know how much our harvest and bounty is due
To the graceful touch of Yer hand.
So bless this food and the life we embrace,
And please forgive us our pride,
When others with tables a'plenty say grace,
For what we've helped You provide.
Baxter Black - 1994