Vagabond

Sittin’ in th’ saddle. Gotta soon skedaddle. School marm says she’ll tattle. Sheriff wants a battle. Kissed her on the cheek jes’ to git a li’l peek at her widow’s peak ‘cause she’s purty an’ petite. Gotta hankerin’ to git off ol’ Buck and sit a spell afore I quit and have a chaw to spit. Cogitatin’ and bidin’ time afore ridin’ down that canyon hidin’ lest I git a chidin’. Starin’ out blinkin’, doin’ some proper thinkin’ ‘bout the stars a twinklin’ and my heavy drinkin’. My casual, carousin’ rife, hidin’ from the strife of settlin’ down my life an’ takin’ on a wife. Soon I’ll fergit the threat, fergit my social debt I don’t wanna sweat dirt jes’ to pay a moral bet farmin’ unfertile land, or workin’ for the man. Druther take a stand and work as lonely cowhand. Might as well admit it, I’m a social misfit. Don’t wanna submit it, or give up an’ quit it. Searchin’ but cain’t seem to find comfort in my mind. Guess it’s ’bout time I recognize I’m doin’ jes’ fine.