Sunday, December 8, 2013

Mama, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys!

"Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks... make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such"  -Willie Nelson

A cold summer's night at the Molalla Buckeroo Rodeo... huddled in the stands under blankets and the lights.
"They'll never stay home and they're always alone... even with someone they love."  -Willie Nelson

Getting ready for the fireworks... carrying my daughters to the backseat of the car parked out in the field behind the old church...
"Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold... and they'r rather give you a song than diamonds or gold..."  -Willie Nelson

Laid them down and watched the show... driving home in the dark with them asleep in the back.
"Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms, clear mountain mornings..."  -Willie Nelson

This American trip is about many things...but mostly it's about nights like this.
"He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right."  -Willie Nelson

Many months later as I write this, with so much else to consume my mind... I'm warmed by that nostalgia.  That's such a gift, isn't it?

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