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Song of the Bandit
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Song of the Bandit |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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One friend, a good horse, and a woman, A rope that won’t break in a pinch. A saddle tree, hand wrapped in bullhide, A handwoven Angoran cinch.... And one of the Colonel’s good six-guns- A hair-triggered Colt’s forty four- A load that won’t fail when your back’s to the wall And a man just might live evermore. One friend who will always stand with you Whether you’re right or you’re wrong... A woman to love you forever- In spite of your on-going song... A horse which will give his best effort, In helping you outrun the law- And a gun which will add that split-second Each time that a man has to draw. All these, and a payroll in Prescott- The Overland, near Santa Fe- A bank job just over in Lordsburg- This is the highwayman’s way. I’m singing the Song of the Bandit, I’m singing it soft and so low.. Preparing to go forth to danger, I sing it where ever I go. Low and forlorn it may strike you, A dirge that’s portending my death Yet it is the tune of my choosing I’ll sing it while I yet draw breath. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Another captivating tale, Gunslinger! Never a dull one from your pen!  Denise |
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Nan
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since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
You're one ramblin' dude, GS... Yet another nice 'n.... |
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caroline Senior Member
since 1999-08-16
Posts 1218http://members.xoom.com/belladona123/index.htm |
You are a raconteur extraordinaire, Sir I believe a campfire, some buttered rum and your poems would make for a great way to pass a starry evening. Even the coyotes would quiet down to listen. It's not the love you fear, but the fall from the height~Edwin McCain |
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