THSM

In the morning, when you rise…

Keep your eyes on The Prize

Now here’s a word to the wise -

Wear your favorite disguise

And you better try it on for size

Cuz only dead men tell no lies.

I got a new gun rack in my pickup truck, steel horse shoes and broken luck. With a couple of bucks you know a pocket full of silver, a pocket for a gold a way to make ends meet, until I grow old where the music and wine are every bit as fine as the women that were mine. Good times bad times, failed and tried, lost and cried, I’ve lived and died.

That woman in the local saloon she was as sweet as could be; she said we should go back to her room – who was I to do a thing but agree? But here comes the posse and the gallows pole cuz the lovely little lady whose heart I stole was married to the man he got me runnin’ for my life he’s yellin’ after me: she was my lawful wedded wife!

The game is up I gotta make a stand, lay your cards on the table be a street fightin’ man,  he got two buck teeth now, steady as I go, it’s a knock down drag out blow-by-blow, I gotta learn to duck the rifle blasts and to make the left turn at the top of the pass, near the bottom of the canyon where the river runs through, out behind the mountain where the skies are blue…