Through Their Eyes

I hung around the bars in town An’ sometimes in the jail No one cared about my problems – Nobody paid my bail. One mornin’ I woke up sober I shaved an’ combed my hair Pressed my pants an’ shined my boots An’ breathed the mornin’ air. No one knew what got into me I'm always up an’ down But I knew what had woke me up The rodeo’s in town I'd rodeo’d for fifteen years Goin’ from town to town I was a champion ‘til my wife Ran off with Chuck the Clown. Well I caught up with Chuck the Clown Down by the Rio Grande I shot him until I got tired – Buried him in the sand. The judge who tried me for the deed Traveled from town to town He loved to watch the rodeo But hated every clown So he gave me just thirty days The crowd could only frown The judge said justice had been served The day I shot the clown July 29, 2016 For Contest Through Their Eyes