Where's the song ~~ "Don't let your daughters grow up to marry a Cowboy" ?

​​​​​​​Life is tough! Requires hard physical work, long, long days of pain, dirt, and broken fingernails.​
​Days of frigid cold & scorching heat; through the dust & mud; daybreak into the darkness of nite~~​
​the heart & body becomes toughened & weathered replicating leather!​
​A forever constant factor for a real Cowboy's Wife is tons of sweat, oceans of tears and a constant 'drought' in the wallet!​
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​​​​​​​​​IF​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ she wants to spend anytime at all with her Cowboy, she must do as he does, you become partners!​
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​​​​​​Kick off your boots, grab a cup of coffee, sit back and envision yourself in my life!​
​... It really isn't that bad! There are many rewards to be had to make it a great lifestyle! ...​ ​​​​​​​


Showing posts with label Daddy's Hands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daddy's Hands. Show all posts

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Just Feeling Nostalgic....

...listening to songs on my PlayList


Good Morning "Hydro"...this is for you
...because we miss you!
Holly Dunn's... "Daddy's Hands"

"Cowboy & Hydro" ~father/daughter dance....

(For those who don't know the song,
click on it at the bottom of posts in 'PlayList'... )
**EDIT 9/30/08~Wild Blue says I'm gobbling up too much bandwidth..so I had to remove the Playlist...
you will have to carry your own tune to this beautiful song...Sorry!

I remember Daddy´s hands,
folded silently in prayer,
And reaching out to hold me,
when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story,
in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy´s hands,
how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back,
for something done right.
There are things that I´ve forgotten,
that I loved about the man,
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.
I remember Daddy´s hands, working 'til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love .....In Daddy´s hands.
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**ps...Yes! "Hydro" came through with the robe I posted about ..The Procrastination Queen! Along with other goodies! Like a pair of slacks, shoes and several tops...she thought I would ..." look nice on you for your next Farm Club meeting"...
What? Is she trying to tell me....instead of being the Country Bumpkin she has known Mom to be forever, is she now wanting a Chić Mom¨má ?? Try as she might, and bless her pretty little heart, their is that old saying ..."you can take the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl!"
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You always fill our hearts with sunshine, "Hydro"...and We love you!