Keep on riding this horse
right into the sun.
She thinks I know where we're going
why we both keep on running.
Every town that I come to
is the same as the last.
My future keeps running
away from my past.
Grandmother raised me
not to lie cheat or kill.
“Don't steal, but take back from
the fat rats that will.”
Just helping nice people
by the speed of my gun,
the losers get buried
and I get to run.
Shooed bandits from bedrooms,
vandals from wells,
dandys from dog dealing,
children from hell.
Rescued rustled women.
Saved wives from boyfriends.
Just planting bare pastures
beholden great ends.
Strangers behind me
seen my face on a tree.
I shot one this morning
as he snuck up on me.
The buzzards had found him
as I rode out of sight.
Lot of dead and some living
not much wrong or right.
This desert at night
is a cold piece of hell,
got a hundred bad stories
that are too bad to tell..
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