Nashville On God's Radio

Put spurs on the foot of my coffin

Put my comfiest boots on my feet

Put my hat on to face the future down

Then ride off to my last meet

We'll take a last ride together

We'll get dust and tears in our eyes

We'll sleep out in the moonlight

And count our blesings under the skies

We'll share a last swig of whisky

We'll share the last beans from the pot

We'll sing round dying embers 

Until my last ride  has to stop

Then I'm off..... to ride God's rodeo

Where I'll tame.... my new bronc-eo

With Nashville on God's radio

I'll be riding "Shooting Stars"

(Funeral poem for a cowboy, country and western lover.)

Michael Ashby, Sidmouth