Classic Poem

Last night as I lay on the prairie,
And looked at the stars in the sky,
I wondered if ever a cowboy
Would ride to that sweet by-and-by.

They say there will be a great round-up,
And cowboys, like cattle, will stand
To be marked by the Riders of Judgment
Who are posted and know every brand.

I know there's many a stray cowboy
Who'll be lost at the great final sale,
When he might have gone on to green pastures
Had he known of the dim narrow trail.

They tell of another big Owner
Who's ne'er overstocked, so they say,
But who always makes room for the sinner
Who drifts from the straight narrow way.

They say he will never forget you,
That he knows every action and look;
So for safety you'd better get branded,
Have your name in his big Tally Book!