My wife got a letter from a friend down South,
just the other day.
Expressing his condolences,
He heard that I had passed away.
I sent my old pard a note explaining
That I did not really die,
I just sold my cows and went back to cowboying,
This was his reply!
“If you owe no money to anyone, your horses are legged up and fit, you, yourself are as fit as a fiddle, you fix no fences, bale or haul no hay, get to cowboy for your pay on some other fellers outfit, and get to ride good horses, make no mistake, my friend, you have DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN!!!!!!!!!”#
#Quote >From Jay Snider, Oklahoma Rancher and Cowboy Poet
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