[I know a man’s supposed to have his hair cut short]

I know a man’s supposed to have his hair cut short,
but I have beautiful hair.
I like to let it grow into a long bronze mane.

In my boots. In my blue wool shirt.
With my rifle slung over my shoulder 
among huge boulders in the dark ravine,

I’m the ghost roan stallion.
Leif Ericson.
The beautiful Golden Girl!

In summer I usually cut it all off.
I do it myself, with scissors and a 
little Jim Beam.

How disappointed everybody is.

Months and months go by before they can 
worry about my hairdo

and the breeze 
is so cool