Kid Crupper
There are many tails I am told of men brave and bold
Who have rode the wild ponies of old
This is a tail from somewhere on the trail, where kid cruppier
found his fame
A shy lad, his lot was not to blame
Hired out to clean the stable
For a dollar a week and some keep
He did sweep
Now down from the hill the wild ponies of the mountain range,
stallion and mares
Chased by mountain lions,
wolves, and bares
Broom tailed and cockleburs feed on loco weed, a cowboy’s
night mare
A day to celebrate round up done, time for some fun
Lady and gent upon
the fence to see all the bravery hence
The horses I am told could not be controlled by the braves and
bold
The kid did appear with his hands on a beer
He loudly boasts of horses he knew the most for all to hear
Now cow folks know when they hear a good boast
From dapple Philly to
strawberry roan
He knew every line of the poem
Heck he could tell just by smell alone
This stallion eating some hay they saddled the wrong way
Blind folded the kid did say it’s a bay eating barley hay
They led him this way to his throne they did say
Settle in the head on the wrong end let him out they did
shout
Ride em cowboy that what horses are all about
Well the kids legs did flail around the neck his boots did
lock he grab the tail
Up and over the fence they did sail
Head down the Chisum trail now that not the end
For all cowboys know to saddle a horse with the crupper
around the tail end
