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HOMER & JAKE
Homer and Jake had been friends fer years
Since way back when they were just pups.
Two fellers much different would be hard to find
Jake hardly spoke, Homer never shut up.
Jake took things just how they were
Homer complained ‘bout most everything.
Where Homer saw storms, ‘n wash-outs, ‘n mud
Jake saw flowers, ‘n green grass, ‘n Spring.
They had worked ranches all over the west
From the Big Bend up to theHigh Line.
Jake was at home, where ever they were,
Homer bellyached, sniveled, ‘n whined.
We couldn’t figure why they were friends
They were as different as night is from day.
But their friendship survived a hell of a test
Late one night up Wyoming way.
They were drivin’ back from the Fat Stock Show
Been in Denver fer most of a week.
Homer had whined fer seven straight hours
Jake hadn’t bothered to speak.
They had pulled into a greasy-spoon joint
Fer coffee, ‘n vittles, ‘n pie.
They had a quick bite, filled the thermos with joe,
Then were back on the road on the fly.
When Jake saw the lights in his rearview,
He was crusin’ at 85 plus.
Pulled his truck off onto the shoulder
Come to a stop in a big cloud of dust.
The Patrolman jumped out of his cruiser,
Approached the truck at nearly a run.
Asked Jake to show him his license,
Then told Jake just what he had done.
Said there’s a grumpy ole cuss name-a Homer
Back at the café, where you stopped to eat.
He says that you drove off ‘n left him
Said it in words that I’ll not repeat.
Jake said “Thank ya fer catchin’ up to me.”
“ I was worried, well, near plum to death.”
“When I hadn’t heard Homer complain fer an hour”
“ I thought that I’d probably gone deaf.”
See Ya , Down The Trail,