Shootout, and That Wild Young Cowboy From Laramie
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Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme, ( Western. Tale Of Cowboys, Six-Guns And Boot Hill)
Note- Original was composed in ten syllable verses back in 1978.
A couple days ago, I decided to rewrite this tale in twelve syllable
verses in order to give it more power, color, depth, imagery and
heart. As well as change the ending.
When young and composing , I let the wild young cowboy win and get the beautiful gal. But now that I too am an old man, I decided it would be best if the brash and wild young cowboy dies. And and leave as a mystery of which of the other two men live. I was tempted to present both versions separately, but decided perhaps it is best to present just this new one. Let the old dog from the past, just fade into oblivion....
Shootout, And That Wild Young Cowboy From Laramie
Her heart said, I want a cowboy from Laramie
Six-gun shooting hombre to take sweet care of me
Tender lover succumbing to my feminist wiles
Begging for more of my sexy beautiful smiles
A handsome brave soul to protect and deep-love me
Not monstrous brute to slap around and shove me!
He said, I want a sexy queen to rely on
Rest my head on warm breasts, maybe even die on
Sweet angel that will travel with me to Tucson
One I can let my tender love cravings loose on
Faithful dear wife, that will honor and obey me
With sexual heat, almost enough to slay me!
Her father said, my daughter is too good for him
She will not wed that hombre on such foolish whim
I too am a strong man, that carries fast six-gun
He will learn a hard lesson before I am done
I sent a letter telling him he must heed me
Else he will die, his bullets will never bleed me!
Her town folk said, her beauty will get him buried
One can not blame her dad, he is tired and wearied
That cowboy hails from family in Laramie
Brave kind that warns, best you make no damn dare of me
Dad should remind her, best that you take care of me
Rid yourself of that wild young fool from Laramie!
Sheriff said, we allow showdowns in Laramie
Neither cowboy would dare stop or be scared of me
Come morn, front street will see blood, dying or the dead
Tragic that gal chose not to leave our town instead
I will do that which this wild town demands of me
As long as citizens back, take this stand with me!
Newspaper read, yesterday our town saw blood-red
Shootout woke older folks from their early night beds
In saloon came that young cowboy from Laramie
Her dad saw and said, he wants a bad share of me
I guess Fate's death hand will now decide which of we
Will see new dawn, me or cowboy from Laramie!
Street was dark as both strolled out into its dim lights
Many will regret missing bravest fight of fights
Between old man, brash young cowboy from Laramie
Both fighters were totally unaware of me
Now with six guns stood Fate's black-hand upon we three
For that sweet beauty had once been in love with me!
I yelled, old man and young lad from Laramie
Walk away, else both will get wicked share of me
One could have heard pin drop as they stared at me
With live or die look, let Fate decide we shall see
Come morn, cemetery would welcome two of three
And shot full of holes was cowboy from Laramie!
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme, ( Western, Tale Of Cowboys, Six-Guns And Boot Hill)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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