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The Last Cowboy

There’s never been a man like Grandpa Hayes

‘Cause all the tales about him must be true:

Broke sixteen horses less’n seven days

And stole the Rancher’s girl in only two.

He lived for eighty years ‘cause he was skilled,

An expert shot who never came out worse.

His .32 was from a man he killed

The only one who’d ever shot him first.

A family curse what made him ride so fast

‘Cause lightnin struck his daddy graveyard dead

They say it turned his uncle into ash

And then it got his cousin in the head.

So Grandpa spent his life outrunnin clouds

Just lookin for a truth he never found.

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sarah-ellis
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Mar 27, 2011
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