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THE COWBOY AND THE WANNABE
You know, lately I've been thinking
And it's very clear to me
That we might be too judgmental
When we see a Wannabe.
When it comes right down to it
It you think a minute or two
What he's really saying is
He wants to be just like you.
Oh, I know it kind of riles you
And gets plumb under your skin
But maybe you need to understand
He just wants to be where you've been.
Them K-mart boots and pink hat band
Generic jeans and can of chew
Vinyl vest and ten hat pins
Cause he wants to be just like you.
His Daddy never taught him
The real measure of a man
Is how he treats his horse and dog
And how he tends the land.
Sure, he tries to imitate you
And tries to walk the way you do
But please don't laugh, cause it's obvious
He wants to be just like you.
He carries a rope in his pickup truck
And learned a dance step or two
But he can't rope and he can't ride
But, he wants to be just like you.
So can you really blame them
When they do the things they do?
After all, it's just because
They want to be just like you.
So the next time you see a dude
Just tip your hat and grin
After all, can't every man
Be where you have been.
Bennie Jean Kuehnle (written in 1995 while working at Sand Creek Cattle Company, San Xavier, Montana - near Hardin). The task of going to Billings to pick up supplies somehow fell to me and I found myself making the drive to "the city" on occasion. I could not help but see the great gulf between the men that surrounded me in the community where I worked and lived and some of the boys in town. As a city girl that had undergone a great transformation, I had unwittingly become of two worlds and understood both and lived in a vague and hazy confliguration between them. Because, even though my work might find me elbow deep in guts and gore, sweat and leather, my trips to town would find me getting my nails done and a pedicure. Also, underneath my wranglers and hightops, I never wore anything less than great girlies.
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