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    #91
    Sounds like our dad's were one in the same Steve!
    Like the song says...."a country boy will survive!"

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      #92
      Originally posted by Tmag View Post
      Here you go!


      RED STEAGALL

      The Fence That Me And Shorty Built Lyrics

      We'd picked up all the fencing tools
      And Staples off the road
      An extra roll of "bob" wire
      Was the last thing left to load

      I drew a sleeve across my face
      To wipe away the dirt
      The young man who was helping me
      Was tuckin' in his shirt

      I turned around to him and said,
      "This fence is finally done
      With five new strands of 'bob' wire
      Shinin' proudly in the sun

      The wire is runnin' straight and tight
      With every post in line
      The kinda job you're proud of
      One that stands the test of time."

      The kid was not impressed at all
      He stared off into space
      Reminded me of years ago
      Another time and place

      I called myself a cowboy
      I was full of buck and bawl
      I didn't think my hands would fit
      Post augers and a maul

      They sent me out with Shorty
      And the ranch fence building crew
      Well, I was quite insulted
      And before the day was through

      I let him know that I'm a cowboy
      This ain't what I do
      I ain't no dadgummed nester
      I hired out to buckeroo

      He said, "We'll talk about that son
      When we get in tonight
      Right now you pick them augers up
      It's either that or fight."

      Boy I was diggin' post holes
      Faster than a Georgia mole
      But if a rock got in my way
      I simply moved the hole

      So when the cowboys set the posts
      The line went in and out
      Old Shorty's face got fiery red
      And I can hear him shout

      "Nobody but a fool would build
      A fence that isn't straight
      I got no use for someone who ain't
      Pullin' his own weight."

      I thought for sure he'd hit me
      Glad he didn't have a gun
      I looked around to find a place
      Where I could duck and run

      But Shorty walked up to me
      Just as calm as he could be
      Said, "Son, I need to talk to you
      Let's find ourselves a tree."

      He rolled a Bull Durham cigarette
      As we sat on the ground
      He took himself a puff or two
      Then slowly looked around

      "Son, I ain't much on schoolin'
      Didn't get too far with that
      But there's alot of learnin'
      Hidden underneath this hat

      I got it all the hard way
      Every bump and bruise and fall
      Now some of it was easy
      But then most weren't fun a'tall

      But one thing that I always got
      From any job I've done
      Is do the best I can each day
      And try to make it fun

      I know that bustin' through them rocks
      Ain't what you like to do
      By gettin' mad you've made it tough
      On me and the whole crew

      Now you hired on to cowboy
      And you think you've got the stuff
      You told him you're a good hand
      And the boss has called your bluff

      So how's that gonna make you look
      When he comes ridin' through
      And he asks me who dug the holes
      and I say it was you

      Now we could let it go like this
      And take the easy route
      But doin' things the easy way
      Ain't what it's all about

      The boss expects a job well done
      From every man he's hired
      He'll let you slide by once or twice
      Then one day you'll get fired

      If you're not proud of what you do
      You won't amount to much
      You'll bounce around from job to job
      Just slightly out of touch

      Come mornin' let's redig those holes
      And get that fence in line
      And you and I will save two jobs
      Those bein' yours and mine

      And someday you'll come ridin' through
      And look across this land
      And see a fence that's laid out straight
      And know you had a hand

      In something that's withstood the years
      Then proud and free from guilt
      You'll smile and say, 'Boys that's the fence
      That me and Shorty built'."
      There ya go! Wisdom in those words. I would take a group of trainees all fresh out of school with their business degrees and make them read that. Lots of them didnt like the words and maybe felt a little "entitled". I could usually tell the first day which ones would make it through my program....If they didnt get that poem, they rarely made it.

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        #93
        Wow what a great poem!

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          #94
          I like my AC job but to tell the truth I like it more when I get to wash the dirt off my hands after a long day in the field. Spread sheets just dont have the same effect when you get to see what you can build.

          Thanks for the write up.

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            #95
            Glad to hear everything is working out.

            If more dad's were hard then we wouldn't have so many kids acting a fool these day's!

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              #96
              Sounds like my dad. His is almost 69 years old and still has his own welding business with no helpers...he doesn't want to deal with employees, especially when their work doesn't meet his standards. He always told me and my brother and sister, "I hope you don't have to work as hard as I have, but I don't want you to think you are too good to do it either." Fortunately, I don't have to all the time, but it is nice every now and then to get out and do some real labor on the construction sites.

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                #97
                Great post. My little brother is 11 and every time I come over he is on his video games. I started putting him to work every time i go now or pick him up when I have a project at home. He hates it but I'm sure he'll appreciate it some day

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                  #98
                  Originally posted by GarGuy View Post
                  There ya go! Wisdom in those words. I would take a group of trainees all fresh out of school with their business degrees and make them read that. Lots of them didnt like the words and maybe felt a little "entitled". I could usually tell the first day which ones would make it through my program....If they didnt get that poem, they rarely made it.
                  There's several YouTube versions of this poem and they're ok I guess... But there's one my buddy Shorty of all names posted on my facebook a few years back of an old cowboy in a lawn chair... It reminds me so much of Curtis Spivey (Davey Vines' wife's dad) that I can't ever really appreciate all other versions.

                  Originally posted by Gonzo View Post
                  Great post. My little brother is 11 and every time I come over he is on his video games. I started putting him to work every time i go now or pick him up when I have a project at home. He hates it but I'm sure he'll appreciate it some day
                  I had video games. I even played them on occasion. They were mostly for when it was raining or dark outside (and it was dry. If it was wet, we caught crawfish coming out in the pasture making mounds). There's a place for video games in today's world. They teach patterns which a lot of life is based on. Also, a lot of today's drilling rigs are automated. It's a lot "easier" to push a button from inside that pull a lever from outside. That said, it takes a little sweat and a few bruises to get in that automated shack.

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                    #99
                    I grew up with no video games, my parents were young immigrants who could barely afford diapers for me n my sister. Growing up it was go to school and come home and work. My brother was born 14yrs after me, his life has been a lot easier and he hasn't learned to appreciate the things he has.

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                      Originally posted by SaltwaterSlick View Post
                      Wow what a great poem!
                      X2. Thanks for sharing guys I have never seen that one before.

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