Spaghetti - Snack Size For Cowboy Contest
Smoke signals rise from Sitting Duck cavern
In town the Pitt gang are trashing the tavern
John Wayne strolled in and he ain’t here to dance
They say that he walked like he just sh*t his pants
Don’t be a doubtin, that Marshall ain’t messin
A man ain’t alone when he’s got Smith n Wesson
An outlaw’s revolver, a volley of lead
A slug on the rebound leaves Rick O’Shey dead
Wayne chewed his cheroot and a grin split his lips
Hands above holsters gainst each of his hips
‘Sonny Pritt, I’m here to banish your ilk
So get off your horse and drink your milk’
Pritt said I won’t stand here in fear of my life
For a man with an Indian brave for a wife
You stand there and tell me you’re Marshall John Wayne
You wanna think whose side your on... just sayin
Wayne said don’t you try it, don’t one of you frown
One out of place twitch, and I’ll cut you all down
Pritt said I think we should take this outside
So shoot me or follow, I’ll let you decide
He ducked the swing doors and stepped out of the tavern
And read the smoke signals from Sitting Duck cavern
I think what it says is, ‘Hey you, in the town
Many men try to bring my white man down
He’s braver than one of Geronimo’s sons
But tell him come home... He’s forgotten his guns.’
21 January 2021 (abridged for contest’s line limit)
Contest: Cowboy
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
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