The Rawhide Kid
Livin' won't mean a dang thing!
If killin' is how ya survive!
Killin' does dishonor bring!
with being wanted dead or alive!
Every lawman knows yer name!
tellin' everybody what ya did!
the fastest draw gets the fame!
yet, on the run stayin' hid!
There's alway an hombre packin' tough!
a rowdy drunk or ornery fool!
just woundin' a gunslinger ain't enough!
death lays the safest rule!
On the run, gotta stay alert!
wild injuns everywhere!
livin' in caves, sleepin' on dirt!
like a mean ol' grizzly bear!
Shootin' straight 'n' lightning fast!
it's how I aimed, and did!
runnin' roughshod, mimics the past,
for me..."The Rawhide Kid!"
Always gonna remember,
my sweetie pie back home,
keeps burnin' like an ember,
knowin' she's all alone.
Copyright © Lawrence Ingle | Year Posted 2008
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