Roll the credits on what's-his-name,
walks like Eastwood, talks just like Wayne,
saddled up on his trusted steed,
pistol packing, sure he'll succeed,
stealing the sunset, final frame.
Red carpet ready, for acclaim,
didn't notice the spotlights change,
when he signed up, to take the lead.
Roll the credits.
Movie critics called it a shame,
a bad luck draw, no-one to blame,
for the box-office franchise creed,
but paying punters have agreed,
spiralised westerns aren't the same.
Roll the credits.
Tombstone
law goes after thugs
my favorite western without John Wayne
Loving Val Kilmer and Kurt Russell
“I’m your huckleberry”
Held breath during shoot out at O.K. Corral
Rooted for Josie and Wyatt to get together in the end
Even though I do not usually root for a homewrecker
Cowboys and Indians in living color
All the Injuns dying, nothing duller
Old Cowboys, forts and shootouts
Black for bad and White for good
With a spinning canvas background
And cactus cutouts made of wood
The desert sits behind them
Fifty yards away at most
The heroes don't ride horses
They sip drinks and sit and boast
About their celluloid adventures
singing songs all dressed in white
While behind them in the background
The stunt men do it right
A canvas background rotates
Through valleys, hills and streams
While the hero rides his deck chair
And the director yells and screams
Central casting fills the tribes out
With Italians, and made up stock
While our hero stops an avalanche
Of fake paper covered rocks
Cardboard Cut out Cactus
And heroes smiling in the sun
Most have never seen a cowpoke
Let alone shot off a gun
But, it's magic when it's finished
the dusters up there on the screen
All the fakery and snake oil
Are all hidden, never seen
The white hats beat the black hats
The hero sings and gets the girl
And the background on the spindle
Is still spinning, watch it whirl
A celluloid adventure
Cowboys no where close to what they were
But..watch the next show for a nickel
And don't forget your spurs!!!
Bonanza on my TV
After that the Rifleman
Democrats watch Westerns, too
I can't write cowboy poetry
since I a not a cowboy
But I have been to Texas
and written for a publication based there
Democrats watch Westerns, too
Jesse James was a fierce outlaw
But I am not cut out to be him
as the song says
But, yes, Democrats watch Westerns, too
Westerns are such fun
A Cowboy in a white hat
John Wayne - "Chance, John Tee"
There was a great filmmaker from Italy.
The man’s name was Sergio Leone.
He made a famous western trilogy.
These three films were all quite good.
They starred an American named Clint Eastwood.
“A Fistful of Dollars” became something to adore.
The next film was titled “For a Few Dollars More”.
The most famous of this cinematic trilogy
was the flick “The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly”.
They were about a man with no name.
Each film launched Clint Eastwood to fame.
These three films were set in the American West.
As westerns go, they are among the best.
All three films are considered of quality,
even though they were shot in Italy.
On the television, these films occasionally show.
“Spaghetti Westerns” became a term we would all know.
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