Original of Doom of Tom Horn
Original of Doom of Tom Horn
I just found original of it I had
written back in the 50's. Here it is.
Tom Horn will surely die today
For all his sins now must pay
Bounty hunter born and bred
But pretty soon shall be dead.
There were many rustlers he did kill
Among them freight he would instill
With his new Winchester Ninety Four
Shot them all down by the score.
Most thoughtful and polite was he
All of his victims were sure to be
Lying hands crossed on their breasts
Head gently on a rock laid to rest.
Big Tome went searching for someone
But instead he found the rustler's son
Into his body a bullet soon did send
Poor, young lad's life came to an end.
Posse chased terrible Tom everywhere
His life they never wanted to spare
Caught and dragged him back to town
And main street did march him down.
Calmly was approach to life now doomed
All was quiet and around tension loomed
Tied to his neck a noose was now worn
Quick was the end for big Tom Horn.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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