A Jedge in the West comin from the South With ruby sideburns, boy Always usin flowery languij The grim fightin heros troubles Are always private He wants to know where I fit in In herd wars Sometimes you see villains so ancient You saw them in infancy Exaggerating in snow Their mustaches looking older Than yr fathers grave Thanks Marshall I reckon I guess I better run on back To Whiskey Row, Colorada marry an old Tim McCoy Gal Or turn off the tele vision, one You gotta go a long way in the West To find a good man So close the book The Courier, run by Steve, is a paper Wearing a sunbonnet Drive the cattle thru that silver wall Help ladies to their hearse Mouth in the sun That oughta do till Mexican Drygulcher Finds Redwing in the Shack And Kwakiutls menstruate Old Horses necks by broken fences Guns gone rust I guess the gang got shot Kid Dream Hid In the leaves April 1958, Northport
colorada, sunbonnet, languij, drygulcher, exaggerating