BUST MY BRITCHESA Poem by Eagle CruaghBUST MY BRITCHES
Guess you want to know
Where this comes from
Where it will ever go
Maybe it just comes from
Busted britches
That have no place to go
The world`s full of b*****s
That's dogs you know
Busted britches is often said
At the round up where steers are bled
Where castrating`s done
Broncs are busted every one
When you fork a gnarly bronc
And he goes up that way
And comes down this
You had on your good jeans
But something`s gonna split
----- Eagle Cruagh
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