Mick was a wonderful friend. Came to visit and sat and drank coffee all day long. Full of stories and a sense of humor that wouldn't quit. If you were his friend there was nothing he wouldn't do for you. He was the son of John and Elanor M Brinda brother of James, Dorothy and Mary Anna. A friend to many and a true "cowboy".
Father of Kathi, Becky, Kim, Bobbi and Jeff
I've met a heap o' cowboys, and some was real top hands.
I saw a million cattle, and read a lot o' brands.
I've seen some hard old winters, when nearly all the cattle died.
I've rode some cuttin' horses that could turn right out their hides.
I ate my share o' beefsteak, and drunk some whiskey too,
An did a little dancin', with nothin' else to do.
'Been bucked off old outlaws that I couldn't start to ride,
An' saw some fine old buddies go over the Great Divide.
With friends and family now I'm makin' my last stand,
An' hopin' to be horseback when I reach the Promised Land.
Father of Kathi, Becky, Kim, Bobbi and Jeff
I've met a heap o' cowboys, and some was real top hands.
I saw a million cattle, and read a lot o' brands.
I've seen some hard old winters, when nearly all the cattle died.
I've rode some cuttin' horses that could turn right out their hides.
I ate my share o' beefsteak, and drunk some whiskey too,
An did a little dancin', with nothin' else to do.
'Been bucked off old outlaws that I couldn't start to ride,
An' saw some fine old buddies go over the Great Divide.
With friends and family now I'm makin' my last stand,
An' hopin' to be horseback when I reach the Promised Land.
Mick was a wonderful friend. Came to visit and sat and drank coffee all day long. Full of stories and a sense of humor that wouldn't quit. If you were his friend there was nothing he wouldn't do for you. He was the son of John and Elanor M Brinda brother of James, Dorothy and Mary Anna. A friend to many and a true "cowboy".
Father of Kathi, Becky, Kim, Bobbi and Jeff
I've met a heap o' cowboys, and some was real top hands.
I saw a million cattle, and read a lot o' brands.
I've seen some hard old winters, when nearly all the cattle died.
I've rode some cuttin' horses that could turn right out their hides.
I ate my share o' beefsteak, and drunk some whiskey too,
An did a little dancin', with nothin' else to do.
'Been bucked off old outlaws that I couldn't start to ride,
An' saw some fine old buddies go over the Great Divide.
With friends and family now I'm makin' my last stand,
An' hopin' to be horseback when I reach the Promised Land.
Father of Kathi, Becky, Kim, Bobbi and Jeff
I've met a heap o' cowboys, and some was real top hands.
I saw a million cattle, and read a lot o' brands.
I've seen some hard old winters, when nearly all the cattle died.
I've rode some cuttin' horses that could turn right out their hides.
I ate my share o' beefsteak, and drunk some whiskey too,
An did a little dancin', with nothin' else to do.
'Been bucked off old outlaws that I couldn't start to ride,
An' saw some fine old buddies go over the Great Divide.
With friends and family now I'm makin' my last stand,
An' hopin' to be horseback when I reach the Promised Land.
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