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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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I was Johnny Caylor's brother, Or, "Big Jack" Caylor's son. Nobody seemed to know I had a name. I wanted recognition, If I had to use a gun, I guess for fame I had to stake a claim. I was good at punchin' cattle, And a fair hand with a rope. And everybody said I was a hand. But I was just a puncher- A face within the crowd... Another guy just "ridin' for the brand". I robbed a bank in Llano- Then a stage near Angelo. They put five hundred dollars on my head. Then I shot a guard in Gallup- And the dollars added up- A thousand bucks alive, or even dead. Somehow I missed the glory, Out on the owlhoot trail. Ridin' hard, and sleepin' on the ground. Wishin' I was still a puncher... In a bunkhouse with a crew... And making it on forty and my found. My daddy was a rancher- And my brother wore a star... I was the black sheep of the family, I suppose. They'll hang me when they catch me, Or shoot me if I fight... Sad, but I suppose that's how it goes. I was Johnny Caylor's brother, Or "Big Jack" Caylor's son... A shame I couldn't settle for my lot. I wish I'd not decided, To make it with a gun... I guess my pride has brought me to this spot. |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
very nice read, |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
This is a true cowboy tale, with exceptional meter and style. Well done. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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