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Rising Outlaw

I was born in the great state of Texas
My ma was a Comanche, while my pa was a white man
My childhood began as a peaceful and loving one
That was until strange men came upon our land

They broke into our ranch
And gunned down my ma and pa
Right in front of me
I instantly became an outlaw
When I picked up my pa's revolver

And killed them all in four single shots
This happened when I was just fifteen
From that day on, I wandered the country
Growing up quick, and growing smart and mean

I roamed from state to state, town to town
With my pa's revolver at my side
Just hitching a ride on trains and pickpocketing to get around
To all the places I have been to

And ever since that day
Where I lost my ma and pa
I have robbed banks, hijacked trains, and stole horses
Because I am a rising outlaw

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  1. Date: 5/6/2011 7:14:00 PM

    Ps. Smile ~ And "You" know what, fret not my man because, Believe me, the best in life is yet to come so, hang in there; "Bye!":) ~

  1. Date: 5/6/2011 7:10:00 PM

    Smile ~ "Wow," you sound like a walking fear factor? Tis too bad about "Your Precious Parents;" truly sorry for that! And you know what my man, don't feel alone because, I myself am misperceived, relieved and believed, in some peoples perceptions I suppose; a type of an outlaw although, I have yet to bind another so to speak yet, I do somewhat like the tag of, "Point Blank Yank; 'No Fear In This Bank.'" ~ Smile, "Keep Writing; Tis Good for One" ~ "Love, 'Always,'" John!:) ~