The Brown Eyed Calf

The Brown Eyed Calf Now ol’ Dan was a calf roper Won lots of cash that way He’d rope at county fairs and such A big boost to his pay. He done it for so many years They got to seem the same Sometimes he lost track of the town Could not recall the name. So it weren’t no great big surprise That calves seemed all alike He’d rope and tie ‘em, get his pay An’ go on down the pike. Then one day in some Texas town It somehow went awry. Didn’t seem to be no reason He couldn’t figger why. He’d thrown a calf down on its side An’ glanced into its eyes. Somethin’ happened - don’t know what The calf looked downright wise. He heard the calf begin to speak, “You don’t know what you’ve done. I won’t always be this little, Your time will surely come.” Well, Dan just purely came unstuck. He staggered to his horse – Rode out the gate an’ down the street Just drippin’ with remorse. He switched to ridin’ bulls instead So he won’t see those eyes Won’t have to look into that face An’ tell himself them lies. An’ then one day in Abilene He’d settled in the chute. While he was wrappin’ up his hand A voice came from that brute. “Well, lookey here, it’s you again, I told you I’d get growed! The jokes on you this time, my friend. Ain’t me that’s gettin’ throwed. Touch me with those spurs and watch What happens to yor’ bones. I aim to scatter you around An’ listen to yor’ moans.” They opened up the gate just then Out came that snortin’ beast But Dan weren’t nowhere to be seen, Some say he headed East. They say he lives a simple life Never seems to laugh He tells the same ol’ story ‘bout The brown eyed killer calf. Januaary, 2013