Finger Cramp
we heard the wagonwheels
the rattling of the axles
the stinge of the horses
the dust they created
we were unmoved
some became frightened
but most of us knew
what they varmints wanted
we stood back to back to make
sure they weren't getting it
they wanted our gold
and we weren't gonna let them have it!
From the novel Big Tramps Watering Hole
published by Dahiser Hussier
and the Bandchoosen Franchise
New York greetings publishing company
copyrighted 1901.
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2018
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