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Lament of a Gambler
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Lament of a Gambler |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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I grew up in the saddle On the vast south Texas plains, Herding longhorn cattle- And sleeping on the range. My Daddy was a cowman- And wished for me the same, But I was born with itching feet And poker was my game. I rode away at seventeen- My wanderlust aflame, I worked with sharks and grifters And polished up my game. Then it became a lifestyle No longer was it fun, And in my education, I learned to use a gun. I rode into Tascosa, with money in my belt- I had a bath, a meal, a shave And, oh, how good I felt. I walked across the dusty street To see what I could see, No way of knowing of the hand That fate was dealing me. It started out so innocent- I didn't have a clue, A well dressed man there at the bar Said, "Friend, I'd play with you". The game went on for hours, And he was well ahead- I caught him dealing seconds And then I shot him dead. I sit and watch the rising sun And such a lovely sight- To light a man's last day on earth And usher in the night... That night which all poor souls must face And one which waits for me- The sunset of this day will find Me swinging from a tree. |
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Elgordo New Member
since 2021-07-29
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Lovely read ... Truly enjoyed a touch of Tallahassee.. Last two stanzas a little clunky, could do with a good look, great material,.Keep it up |
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