Death of Tom Horn Adventurer

Death of Tom Horn Adventurer Tramping across wide open countryside Looking for perfect place so I can hide Free man I once was and used to be Now everyone has been searching for me. A henchman, big bandit and robber all Who accepted adventure's carefree call At fourteen furiously away form home ran Knowing I now had become a mighty man. Practiced shootin' until perfect all day long And soon became both quick and strong Setting out with gun strapped to my side Headed to town I where I started to ride. Slowly started walking up to a brash bar And there I saw a bright shining star Now in my site will be dead by tonight I'll gun him down with sheer delight There he was walking down the street Will shot and send bullet for him to meet Quickly could tell he fell to the ground After my pistol's loud, crashing sound. When I tried getting get away was too late My death here now I will quietly await One rider less horse was seen set free His silhouette hangs silently from a tree. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran