I heard you went looking for cowboys in Galveston.
Yee haa! Glad you’re no longer in my rodeo.
I wish you the best in your new roundup.
Happy trails to you and never come back.
You stole from me and always eyed others.
You thought I’d put up with your shenanigans.
But this old ironworker is harder than that,
And you made my heart hard as my steel hat.
So go mess with those cowboys, play you games,
Like the one you played so damn sneakily
When you disrespected and cheated on me.
Bob Boyd
