Feeling Alive

~~A BILLY ON THE BOIL
STEAM RISING FROM YOUR STEED
BRUISES ON YOUR KNEES
AND YOU BACK PLEADING
“NO MORE PLEASE”

THE HARSH NIGHT FROST STINGING AT YOUR FACE
CALLOUSES ON YOUR HANDS THAT WILL NEVER ERASE

A HOOT HERE AND A RUSTLE THERE
EYES THAT SHINE RED
AS WILD ONES PEER THROUGH HIDDEN BUSH

HOW MANY HOURS WILL YOU DOZE TONIGHT
BEFORE TAKING THE HERD AT A RUSH

THE CRACK OF A WHIP
A SUDDEN HOLT FROM UNDER
YOUR TRUSTY MOUNT JUST TAKING THE ORDER

FOUR HOOVES SO SURE OF WHERE THEY STRIDE AND LAND
AND YOU PUT YOUR LIFE IN YOUR HORSE SO GRAND

ONE BREAK’S AWAY, YOUR MOUNTS OUT FROM UNDER
AND ON HIM LIKE A FLASH
HIS SHOULDER LEANING IN
PUSHING HIM BACK NOT LETTING HIM WONDER

UP THE MOUNTIAN SLOPE AND DOWN THE GULLY SO DEEP
AND ALL THE WHILE YOU NEVER ALTER YOUR SEAT

YOU HAVE EM ON THE FLAT, YOU CAN SEE THE YARD SO NEAR
AND YOU ROUND AND CHECK ONCE MORE
AS YOU BRING EM UP THE REAR

YOUR JOB IS FINISHED, YOUR DAY IS DONE
AND YOUR STEED STANDS PROUD

BACK TO CAMP AND THE BILLY YOU GO
TAKING YOUR FELLA AT A WALKING STRIDE
AND ALTHOUGH YOU ACHE FROM LIMB TO LIMB
YOU KNOW IT’S ALL THIS THAT’S MAKES YOU FEEL SO ALIVE