She Rode the Train To Glory
She rode the train to glory,
Her star was shining throughout the territory,
They called her the princess with red hair,
Her eyes were blue and skin so fair,
When she danced on stage the cowboys whistled,
While all the women folk bristled.
Her given name was Nancy Smith,
A plain-Jane name given by kith,
One day a broken mirror caught her beauty,
She then changed her name to Redonna Agouti,
Her hand-bills listed her as the dancing Italian,
A countess who two-stepped with the battalion.
Redonna's heart and soul was with dancing,
Her famous legs wouldn't quit prancing,
She was the queen of the gaudy stage,
Wearing her purple plume in a suspended cage,
She caught the eye of a cowboy named Ranger,
She fell in love at first sight with this stranger.
He asked her to dance a waltz with him,
They kept dancing until the gaslights were dim,
Both of them were smitten with the love bug,
Before the night was over he gave her a hug,
Ranger proposed after the first kiss,
Redonna said yes since she was in bliss.
The Italian countess and cowboy were married,
For forty happy years until they were buried,
Their tombstones lay side-by-side,
With a drawing each of a groom and bride,
And her engraved inscription read,
Nancy Smith Smith, Loving Wife of Ranger Smith.
She rode the train to glory...
November 10, 2017
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