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Bring Me Back the Horse You Stole
Contributed by
Lee
on
Wednesday, 23rd May 2007 @ 03:35:37 AM in AEST
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Rampaging, ghost town life
You cut the rope that held him tight
I was soaking in whiskey
In the saloon next door
When you had the bright idea
of stealing my trusted horse
I didn't notice it was gone
Until I woke up with a hangover at dawn
"You know, he's got a lot of distance to travel on."
Said the bartender, Shane McShawn
I set out on foot
into the desert where
I nearly died of heatstroke
and the humid air
Then I found a highway toll
You pay a silver dollar &
they let you go
Down s narrow road
Leading to that thieving goad
"I'll tell you once
Bring me back that horse
Or I'll sting your neck
With no remorse."
Ginger-like, he pushed
His cloak aside
Finger on the pistol
Meant for me to die
"But the hos' is mine
I got the papers paid in full."
Looks like I had followed the wrong guy
But just to be sure I asked if he knew the Golden Rule
He spoke back
"Undoubtedly, I sure do."
Then his holster went clackity-clack
Pistol quick to click
Ready to shoot me in the back
A sterling silver ransom paid
I dug the theif an early grave
Where he stood is where his body laid
He gave me back the horse I never gave
I was drinking whiskey
in another town's saloon
Someone said "Who's horse's
brand is shaped in a half-moon?"
I said it was mine
Then he said it was his
And he, too, gave me back
the horse I didn't give
The sheriff looked
around the room
That was then I knew
he knew
I had drawn my pistol
Before the dead men drew
Copyright ©
Lee
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2007-05-23 03:35:37] (Date/Time posted on
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