The Perils of Jake

I'll tell you a tale when Texas was young
When women were scarce and horse thieves were hung.
His name was Jake and he was six feet nine -
Rode down  from Kansas with rustlin' in mind
Re-branded some Longhorns, all he could see
Sun was still up when he hung from a tree
He was a big man, he's in a big hole
"God bless Texas and damn this rustler's soul"

3-11-19
Contest:March 19 Eight Lines Max
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Krutsinger Avatar
March 14, 2019 at 11:27 PM
Darling one. I found myself singing it, and wishing so much that I was "six feet nine!"
Gauthier Avatar
March 12, 2019 at 6:45 PM
Back with well deserved congrats, Larry. Totally delightful.
Bradfield Avatar
March 12, 2019 at 7:06 PM
Thanks again, Line!
Roper Avatar
March 12, 2019 at 3:33 PM
Congratulations on your win, Larry, good one :).. hugs Eve ~`*
Bradfield Avatar
March 12, 2019 at 6:40 PM
Thank you, Eve!
Gauthier Avatar
March 11, 2019 at 11:22 PM
Bravo, Larry. This is a gem.
Bradfield Avatar
March 11, 2019 at 11:36 PM
Thanks Line. Never sure it's any good 'til you tell me.LOL
Blanca Avatar
March 11, 2019 at 10:22 PM
Very well done. Good luck.
Bradfield Avatar
March 11, 2019 at 10:28 PM
Thank you, kindly!
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