Sky Cowboy

I don't ride ranges,

And I don't herd the cattle;

I don't carry a pair 'o six packs,

And I don't say "Giddyap" to my steed.

I ain't your typical

Shoot 'em up and lay 'em down cowboy.

My range is the sky,

And my herd are the clouds;

My trusty steed is a Citabria

When I'm flyin' hundreds if feet 'bove the ground.

I can do loops and hammerhead stalls,

And spin 'till your guts come out.

My barrels are unmatched

When it comes to acrobats.

Some say I'm a crazy fool,

But this is what I do.

So call me the Sky Cowboy –