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The Narrative of Old El Paso

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The Narrative of Old El Paso

There was a famous lady of El Paso in the Old West
She hunted and trapped, trading furs with the best

Her pride, her joy, a red velvet cape trimmed in fur so white
It seemed to glow with an unearthly light 

You might think her name to be Snow White or Red Riding Hood
But she was known as Sweet Emmaline or Lady Be Good

Lady was famous in town for her mirrored honky tonk saloon
Which had a large sign saying Y'all Come Back Soon
There was even a piano player, with whom Lady often had a date
Who tickled the keys every night about a quarter to eight

But alas there rode into town one day a badass buckaroo
Upon his horse by the  name of Big  Blue
Who had in mind to make an easy buck or two

He spotted the saloon and LadyBGood fixin' to inspect traps
As it turned out it would be one of her very last acts

Lady and her dog Croesus had been an inseparable pair
But this day Croesus was off chasing squirrels somewhere

"I'll take your money and that fancy fur coat"
"Are you crazy little boy, you're not old enough to vote"

Quick as lightening Lady's Derringer came from her muff's fold
But the cowpoke was quicker if truth be told

The buckaroo's nickel-plated pistol was pointed and My Didn't It Roar
Whereupon LadyBGood then unfortunately met the floor

The blood ran as red as her fur trimmed velvet cloak 
And Sweet Emmaline drifted into a sleep from which she never awoke

Boot Hill in El Paso has only one Lady in it
Who made it home when outdone-in that grievous minute 
She lies with her fur trimmed red velvet cloak and muff to match
Right next to the one who put her there the Cowboy, Sam Hatch 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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