Buckle Up

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There have been some devices very important to me,
That I always wear every day for everyone to see.
If I didn’t wear this thing, my pants would soon be,
Falling off as I walk along, right on down to my knees.

 

 

 

 

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It is my belt buckle fastening my pants on very tight,
That keep my pants secure and looking just right.
So I’ll tell you all about a few buckles I have owned,
That served me well in the long life I have known.

 

 

 

 

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Buckle Up

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In 1968, I had a belt buckle that I remember well.
It was issued to me by Uncle Sam as I raised hell.
It was a cheap little brass buckle that worked fine,
Holding my pants up in Vietnam as I walked the line.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I also wore it at El Paso for basic training, I hated so,
Where I shined it with Brasso every night so slow,
To make it shine to keep drill sergeants off my ass.
Until I got through with training and finally did pass.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I bought a nice belt buckle in Borger, Texas, in 1971.
It was western style with an oil rig on black so fun,
It fit my needs as I worked for an oil company at day,
And hit all the Borger honky tonks at night to play.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I think this was my favorite buckle that I have owned,
As I wore it over the years when big fun I have known.
It has held up all through the long years very well.
To bad I can’t wear boots now as my feet hurt like hell,

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About 1976, I bought a belt buckle shaped like a horseshoe,
With a bicentennial Eisenhower dollar on there too.
It was kind of big and dug into my stomach if I sat,
So we both stayed on the dance floor where we were at.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About 1985, I found a Bob Wills memorial belt buckle,
With a Bob Wills coin on the front making me chuckle.
As Bob was my hero, I wore that buckle quite a lot,
When Pam and I two stepped at our hot dance spots.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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It felt really good when the band played a good song,
And Pam and I two stepped floating right on along,
To Bob Will’s “My Shoes Keep Walking Back To You”,
Feeling so good dancing the night right on through.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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In 1998, Pam bought me a buffalo nickel buckle of silver,
It was shiny and I wore it during our honky tonk fever,
As we often two stepped all over north east Oklahoma,
Until we had a two step dancing doctorate diploma.

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After all that dancing, the silver buckle began to wear,
Around the edges where it rubbed on my shirt there.
I could see underneath that the silver was brass,
Making me want to whip that store clerks fat ass.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I put four photos of me in here with my cowboy out.
In all four, I wore the oil rig buckle, there is no doubt.
I assure you I did wear the others out dancing too.
We just didn’t take pictures on those nights that we flew.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I guess if i can write a belt buckle story poem so fast,
I could likely write one about anything that you ask,
But these old things do have good memories you see,
So I’ll keep on going until my eyes will no longer let me.

 

 

 

 

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By Bill

 

 

 

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Thanks for reading Buckle Up,
Bill