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Home
on the Range
"A
woman's place is in the home."
That always has made sense.
They're just not built for riding broncs,
nor fixin' barbwire fence.
The "woman's place" is well-defined;
throughout the cowboy West,
I believe, just Like gospel,
that the old ways is best.
There's lots of things that women
do way better than a man.
They're a whiz at washing diapers,
or with a frying pan.
Those ladies are a comfort
when a man ain't feelin' prime,
So, for cookin' or for lookin',
give me a woman every time.
A few years back I put things off,
like I'm inclined to do
When branding time come rolling 'round
I didn't have a crew.
And this girl, I'll call her "Polly"
said she'd agree to lend a hand.
I thought she meant her husband!
See, I didn't understand
I didn't want to break her heart.
I couldn't be unkind.
'Bout three o'clock next morning,
while I'm still a snoring hard,
I wakes, and hears that Polly,
coming into the yard.
We invites her in for breakfast,
but she's already ate.
It's an hour and half to daybreak 'n
I'm already late.
The crew shows up, but she's the one
who gives me an assist
When Old Ranger trys to buck me off.
She gathers cows I missed!
There ain't nothin'
that that girl can't do!
She keeps six rasslers busy.
We're all abustin' gut.
She even finds a branded bull
that I forgot to cut.
For four long days she shows us how
a real hand operates.
She rassles and gives shots and brands.
She even "casterates"!
When we gets done I offer up to ride,
a way to pay her back.
In the nicest way that she knows how,
she lets me know" I lack
Some basic skills I never learned.
My horses ain't the best.
They got more help than they can use.
I prob'ly need a rest.
So:
"A woman's place is in the home,"
to me don't seem so strange,
Because I finally figured Polly's
"Home (is) On The Range."
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