Gary Bragg
High Plains Storm

Boots on the Fence  

A cold bitter wind, rippin’ his skin. Rides through the hills til his bones ache

Thinkin’ ‘bout women and forbidden sinnin’

Watchin’ the sun crawlin’ to the west

Keeps on ridin’, can’t stand still.  Tryin’ to find that hill

Singin’ if I had a women and a bottle, would I be content

Or would my life be easier if I could finally rest

I’d rest on the hill with the boots on the fence

 

 

A haze boils off the blacktop on a road where that fence used to be

Cars rushin’ by blowin’ smoke to the sky

Wonderin’ if that finally did him in, did him in

But that cowboy still rides, look to the sky

I often think of him still.  Tryin’ to find that hill

Singin’ if I had a women and a bottle, would I be content

Or would my life be easier if I could finally rest

I’d rest on the hill with the boots on the fence

I’d rest on the hill with the boots on the fence