J.D. Urley’s family is from Scotland
Of his ancestry he shows his pride
He knows not of the land itself
Be feels it callin’ far an’ wide.
Great grandpa Urley was coal miner
Somewhere in the foothills of Virginny
‘Go west,’ he bolted as ol’ Horace said
A young man without even a penny.
He had a s son an; he named him James
Tho’ exactly when an’ where are gone
In flats near the River Red they stopped
An’ it’s there James raised young John.
John grew up buckin’ a restless spirit
An’ left for the farthest western shore
Then at Lakes Crossin’ in the fall
He married the woman he did adore.
J.D. came nearly five-years later
He’s learnin’ to rodeer an’ the alphabet
‘Cause he dreams of one day livin’
The wranglin’ life of a buckaroo poet.