(Song title from Skip James’ catalogue, by Skip James)
The saloon doors swing open,
And a cowboy staggers in,
He swaggers to the bar,
Orders drink after drink,
I stare amazed as I watch the drinks he sinks,
I’ve seen this John Wayne type before,
With Clint behind the eyes,
A need for speed,
To search, to be,
He lives his life on a drunken spree,
Praying it won’t catch up with him,
Like a torch wielding Indian storming his saloon,
Cowboy strong and runs the town,
Cowboy hurt,
Cowboy down.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 11:31 AM UTC
(Song title from Skip James’ catalogue, by Skip James)
The saloon doors swing open,
And a cowboy staggers in,
He swaggers to the bar,
Orders drink after drink,
I stare amazed as I watch the drinks he sinks,
I’ve seen this John Wayne type before,
With Clint behind the eyes,
A need for speed,
To search, to be,
He lives his life on a drunken spree,
Praying it won’t catch up with him,
Like a torch wielding Indian storming his saloon,
Cowboy strong and runs the town,
Cowboy hurt,
Cowboy down.
written in 2010
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