Anvil Bob and the Stranger
The sun was down when the batwings swung
An' Anvil Bob walked in.
Bob's name came from the blacksmith trade He's stronger than strong men
He was more than mad, he looked fierce,
There was blood in his eye.
"I'm lookin' for a tall stranger,
That came here some time by.
"Had his way with my young Sadie,
And rode off into town.
I aim to tear his limbs apart,
An' grind him in the ground!"
A chuckle came from down the bar,
The stranger gave a smile.
He tipped his hat to Anvil Bob,
Just grinnin' all the while.
You'd best calm down before you bust
Yore ticker my old friend.
You'll be awhile at what you said
You'd do to me just then.
You see this knife here in my belt?
It's skinned a lotta hog.
It'll cut all yor' buttons off,
Or circumcise a frog.
I've used this knife from here to there
An' never lost a fight.
You'd best come have a drink with me
An' we can make this right."
Anvil Bob turned two shades of pale -
Starin' at that sticker.
He knew he'd best talk to this man
An' drink his free likker.
The stranger said he'd been away
Workin' cattle all year.
He an' Sadie had gotten wed
Before he'd left from here.
"Get yor' nose out of them hot coals
An' look around a bit.
You'll see the world still goes around
An' all the pieces fit."
"I got the money now saved up
To buy a little spread.
An' she'll be goin' there with me -
Best get that through yor' head."
Well, Anvil Bob's a grandpa now
He's got a whole new life.
Don't argue with his son-in-law ---
‘Cause he recalls that knife.
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