BAPTISM
BAPTISM
By Rod Miller
(C) 2000 All Rights Reserved
Come Saturday night
I heat some water
And fill the old bathtub,
Stretch out in the steam
To soak my bones and
Give my body a scrub,
And scrape off the stink
Of a long week’s work
Before heading into town
In fresh-laundered clothes
And polished boots and a
Pickup just hosed down.
Then I join the gather
At the Roundup Bar
To talk and drink and eat,
All clean and pure and
Shaved and scrubbed
And smelling oh-so sweet.
It’s important, you see,
To be washed clean
For the company I keep–
There’d be no forgiveness
From my cowboy friends
If they knew I herded sheep.
