The Shoot Out At the Koa Corral
The continuing Saga of Zack Waverly
The Shoot Out At The KOA Corral
Six more days of dust and heat
along this lonely trail,
Although I thought
'Til I caught sight
of a horse, quite sick, and frail
There was no saddle on his back
no bridle and no reins
and as I rode a little closer
I could see he was in pain
I left my horse, canteen in hand
approached him very slow
Careful not to spook him off
I kept my voice quite low
and poured some water
in my palm and cradled every drop
and how he lapped the water up
I'ld thought he'd never stop
It took some time, to build some trust
Understanding his position
Tired, sick and all along
And in, such poor condition
I wondered who the owner was
who would treat a live like this
and so I looked and found the brand
which really made me pis*ed
It's been some years since I had seen
a brand that looked that way
but there it was, I knew because
I'd worked for KOA
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