The saddles are dusty and I don’t want to explain

Why there’s buttons on a braided rein

And on snaffles there’s no chain.

 

There’s dirt on the floor and usually will be

There’s split reins and closed ones to see

Some bosals and hair mecates.

 

Bits are hanging on the wall stamped Garcia

And there’s some cheap ones from Korea

While some are just a real bad idea.

 

Ropes are coiled here and there

Made of nylon, hemp and hair

Some old reatas worse for wear.

 

Over there piled in the corner

Are syringes, tubes and dehorners

Along with tongs for the ornery "her". 

 

Boxes of mismatched spurs and stuff

Even an old fancy stamped cuff

Most of it worn, rusted and rough.

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The visitor doesn’t know about ranch saddle rooms

That the blood stained chaps aren’t a costume

Or why we don’t have time for the broom.

 

It is what ranching is, real work and sweat

and it’s pretty easy for us to forget

That most folks don’t know that yet.