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Old Four Eyes

He wore wire rimmed glasses Weird looking clothes Had a fine rig for his horse Passing through I suppose But I learned from a friend He was out here to stay And that everyone said He would not ride away He had bought a large spread And had cattle to work But no one really liked him He looked like an upitty jerk But the word really spread Old four eyes was alright And every cowboy in town Wanted a job over night He could ride he could rope With the guys all day long And at the end of the day Drink liquor and sing songs Well they all came to like him And they worked side by side They would do anything for him And together they’d ride One day he stopped in For a whiskey or two When a drifter came in Just out of the blue He said pour me a drink  Charge it to four eyes over there Well Ted never moved He didn’t care Well the drifter he drank And to all their surprise Ordered another and again Said charge it to four eyes Well Ted had enough And he knocked the man down Drug him outside  And watched him leave town Now all the cowboys there Were astounded and surprised That this drifter was beaten By the man called four eyes Now that’s not all That’s the way that it went Cause He would return To become the 26th President THEODORE ROOSEVELT

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