The stranger rode up
as we sat round the fire
it was burning down low
and we were beginning to tire
He tied off his ride
By some brush by a boulder
He was just a young lad
Though in the dark he looked older
We offered him coffee
said sit down, have a cup
We said if you're hungry
There's still food to sup
He accepted and thanked us
Said he'd got lost on the trail
With the north winter winds
Bringing on early hail
He pulled up a stump
I saw a slight flash of tin
I said "you're a lawman"
he just gave a grin
I'm from up in Kansas
was back to my home
Had to visit my mama
she's all on her own
I poured him a coffee
And I told him what's what
I said it isn't the best
But, it's sure as heck hot
I smiled at his lie
And I stoked at the fire
I thought to myself
This man's a liar
I said "in this here circle"
"we may not all be friends"
"so, toss a log on this fire"
"and we'll hear how this ends"
He reached for a log
placed it in, didn't throw
didn't reach for the poker
moved it round with his toe
"The rules of the fire"
"Is that the tender regales"
"The rest of the members"
"with a song or some tales'
"since you just got here"
"and the fire is hot"
"tell us a story"
"give the best that you've got"
He shuffled a little
Took a sip, and began
And it just took a minute
To hook us all, every man
He talked of the rustlers
He'd been chasing around
How they got in a shoot out
How, they'd all gone to ground
He lived life a plenty
For a man of his age
He was just twenty three
But, he spoke out like a sage
He'd regaled us with stories
As the fire burned low
We were all getting tired
But, we did not want to go
He pushed at the embers
Again with his boot
He finished his coffee
And he lit a cheroot
For two hours he talked
Since the fire rules said
that the fire was his
Till we chose to all bed
When we woke in the morning
We found he took flight
He left our small fire
In the dead of the night
The fire was burning
And there was a fresh *** of brew
But the stranger was missing
And our saddle bags too
I was right when I reckoned
That he was telling us lies
I could tell from the way
He didn't look in our eyes
The boots didn't fit
He was just stretching them out
By heating them up in the fire
and moving about
He sure was no lawman
He was a teller of tales
Truths , half truths and lies
He had them by the pail
We packed up our camp
Tried to pick up the trail
Of this campfire thief
With the devilish tail
We knew we'd find him
For liars repeat
He'd come back to our fire
And we'd give him a seat....