A Brand
New Rope

Yup, every cowboy hates a horse thief
No matter what excuse he makes
But the excuse made by this horse rustler
Is the one that takes the cake

Now his story was shore believable
He said his horse was stole
That someone took his horse and saddle
While he’s at the Waterhole

A couple of brews and he came outside
And his favorite horse was gone
No longer tied up to the hitchin post
Where he left him not too long

His horse was shod with a bar shoe
So he starts right in a’trackin
He knowed he went due south of town
There was no tracks a ‘lackin

Walkin afoot for the rest of the day
Across every creek and vale
He come to a Y turned off to the hills
So he took the cattle trail

Shore’nuff his pony’s tracks was there
Goin right down the fence line
So he follerd them till the sun went down
And bedded down till daytime

Tired and dirty when daylight came
He looked up and awoke
Layin there by the barbed wire fence
He saw this brand new rope

He says to himself ‘I’ll take it along
Or someone just might steal it’
Givin up his search he went back home
Sayin no one would believe it

Now he says, ‘it weren’t no accident
And you can believe it or not
When I got back home here’s this horse
On the other end of the knot!’

‘Now I knowed them ornery cowboys
Just might get madder’n hell
So I stepped up on this quarter horse
‘N come to Utah a spell’

Yup, one thing that a cowboy hates
Is something he don’t like
Like some story telling horse thief
That disappears in the night

So if you ever hear of a brand new hemp
Just layin there on the slope
Don’t quickly swaller the rustlers’ line
Till you see the end of the rope!