Old Western Movies

A judge in the west

Comin' from the south

With ruby sideburns, boy

Always usin' flowery language

Grim fightin' heroes

Troubles are always private

He wants to know where I fit in

In herd wars

Sometimes

You see the villains

So ancient

You saw them in infancy

Exaggerating in snow

Their mustaches

Looking older than your father's grave

Thanks Marshall

I reckon

I guess I better run on back to

Whiskey Road, Colorado

And marry an old Tim McCoy gal

Or turn off the television

One

You gotta go a long way in the west

To find a good man

So close the book

Close the book

The newspaper courier

Run by Steve

Is a newspaper wearing a sun bonnet

Drive the cattle through that silver wall

Help ladies to their hearse

Mouth in the sun

That oughta do till

Mexican dry gulcher

Finds red wing in the shack

And guachudles menstruate

Old horses' necks

By broken fences

Guns gone rust

I guess the gang got shot

Kid dream hid in the leaves