A Story of Survival
He asked me if I'd like a drink
I told him that I would
He lived in a one room cabin
Back yonder in the wood
He poured three fingers in a cup
Then poured himself one, too.
Smiled an' said he made his livin'
Peddlin' this pure home brew.
I'd stumbled on this man named Jeb
While roundin' up some strays
He dang near shot my head clean off
'Fore I could have my says
Once he saw I was a cowboy
He got downright friendly
He had a dog and a rooster -
A hoss kinda spindly
He had a pair of deep blue eyes
And auburn hair that shone
He told me his whole story then
And why he lived alone
He'd been here pushin' forty years
A sheriff on his tail
Said he ain't broke no law he knew -
But he'd put him in jail
He'd got close to the sheriff's wife
When she was all alone
She gave birth to a blue eyed boy
With auburn hair that shone
The brown eyed sheriff wasn't pleased
An' oiled his forty five
So Jeb ran here and built a still
To try and stay alive
So here he lives and here he'll stay
'Mongst the trees and the vines
A prisoner of them deep blue eyes
And auburn hair that shines
April, 2016
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