Through Their Eyes
I hung around the bars in town
An’ sometimes in the jail
No one cared about my problems –
Nobody paid my bail.
One mornin’ I woke up sober
I shaved an’ combed my hair
Pressed my pants an’ shined my boots
An’ breathed the mornin’ air.
No one knew what got into me
I'm always up an’ down
But I knew what had woke me up
The rodeo’s in town
I'd rodeo’d for fifteen years
Goin’ from town to town
I was a champion ‘til my wife
Ran off with Chuck the Clown.
Well I caught up with Chuck the Clown
Down by the Rio Grande
I shot him until I got tired –
Buried him in the sand.
The judge who tried me for the deed
Traveled from town to town
He loved to watch the rodeo
But hated every clown
So he gave me just thirty days
The crowd could only frown
The judge said justice had been served
The day I shot the clown
July 29, 2016
For Contest Through Their Eyes
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