A regional nonprofit organization based in Elko, Nevada, the Western Folklife Center works to expand our uses story and cultural expression to connect the American West to the world. Our exhibitions, educational programs, national radio and television programs, research and preservation projects, and our premier event, the National Cowboy Poetry Gathering, explore and give voice to traditional and dynamic cultures of the American West.
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Big like from me!
Best Western singer in my opinion
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Sourdough Slim is one of the most talented cowboy entertainer !
He also recites this on Michael Martin Murphey's first Cowboy Christmas album.
Ponoka here we come
Sounded like a good idea at the time 😅
Sounded like a good idea at the time 😅
Beautiful.
I heard this the first time when I was 9 or 10, and it’s stuck with me for years and years (probably 15 or so - shh!) - today I finally looked it up, and it’s just as funny as I remember
This is cool man. First I've ever heard.
I had a Trigger as a child. But my favorite Saturday afternoon movie cowboy was Lash LaRue. That 15 or 20 ft whip he used could do everything but cook!
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Beautiful ❤
One of the best ever,
Not one of the audience members understood the weight of the line "OH I could pen her, but then could I sleep?" Nothing funny about that line. The Man that wrote this poem was in tears when thinking it up, dreading the moment he brought that Ole cow into the lot to end her hard earned freedom and see that look of defeat in her eyes. Like he said, she was one of the last of her kind, and I , like him, hope that Ole gal never did see the inside of a pen
On Snook Moores ranch!
Outstanding
@kyleoleary3017 YT,removed my reply 26 times. A terrible monopoly. Good luck with your replies people.🤞👍
There have been "pure country" legends like Don Williams who never compromised on the "country". But Don Edwards is a league apart. I haven't yet come across a singer quite like him. His voice will live on forever.
that's not how the song goes.
Oh my God! This is so precious... Love her music!
I know of this poem because I came by it in a song, vocalized by a brilliant female voice. I cannot find the song, but it has country feels. It is lovely, bitter, sweet and true.
Another great written by Martha.
That was awesome. Well done. Thank you.
Thanks Don for passing old cowbow songs on. With love you are remembered.
Once we were as close as nay brothers ever,, I miss my old pard,, tons of memories in the saddles. I would love for you to do a version of "The Gringo Pistolero",,
This is my wonderful Ckusin Stephnie . Wonder Artist
He does a great rendition of Marty Robbins classic song
The days of Little Joe the wrangler were Americas greatest times.
We miss you Don and the songs you sang of the old cowboys.
That's my homeboy Danny boy his brother Dion's June cat his sister Gigi did daddy was a Reverend George Washington
No Marty is he? Very atmospheric and thanks, but no Marty beater here.
Please tour soon Martha! You are the American West we need you to sing to us that are stuck in the east!
RIP Don, we miss you.
That is great!
What are they burning?
Perfection.
Wonderful voice
What is this mans name?
Here's yet another take on this wonderful poem, from a message by a beautiful Brother-in-Christ, Chuck Missler, on the dangers of celebrating pagan idolatries in today's wicked world, such as Halloween and its precursor holidays: kzread.info/dash/bejne/Y6mXt8SraZa5oKQ.htmlsi=9vueZ3iBTtdnmM6v&t=4614
Sun Set That sun still sets in the west But that old trail is asphalt now Baked by the sun hot and dry The sounds of hoofs have passed Herds of buffalo graze no more Barbwire strung along The fence post passed like a picket fence As the truck tires whine on The sweetgrass has all but gone The mesquite is tall and thick Prickly Pear covers the prairie The Longhorns have gone A saddle all covered in dust The moth-riddled blanket flaps Riding quirt amiss Old spurs hung on a wall On a post hangs a leather belt With a holster cracked and rotting That old hogleg turned brown Brass all green The lassoing cowboy is no more That broad hat tipped back His shirt sleeves rolled high Jeans rolled double His hair thinned and gray High cheekbones darken Bull hide tough Hand scars a many With eyes squinting A straw chair leaned back Daydreaming No more round ups That last ride was long ago With a rolled cigarette on his lip His words in a low key That sun still sets in the west Barry 4/3/2023
LOL well done!
A wise old fellow said it is best For ambitious young fellers to head out west Where the coyotes deer and buffalo are And the eye of the man can see far far far.
Please make a new album! I love your music.
not only does he sing magnificently but his guitar playing is immaculate.
I have heard mama use that expression many, many times.
I was blessed to attend six Cowboy Poetry Gatherings in Elko, NV. Made some mighty good friends during those visits. I'm eighty years old now and a bit long in the tooth to drive from North Carolina as I used to do. I sure do miss yall, though. All of you still reside in my soul and heart. Thank you for the joy of your friendship.
If worked on and with cattle ranchers off and on my whole life. Some of have told I would make a good brand inspector I have good eye for detail and good at setting disputes logically and peacefully. Mostly these days I days I do predator and varmint control.