Star InactiveStar InactiveStar InactiveStar InactiveStar Inactive
 

Article Index

 

THE DRUNKEN DESPERADO

 

    I'M wild and woolly and full of fleas,

    I'm hard to curry below the knees,

    I'm a she-wolf from Shamon Creek,

    For I was dropped from a lightning streak

    And it's my night to hollow--Whoo-pee!

    I stayed in Texas till they runned me out,

    Then in Bull Frog they chased me about,

    I walked a little and rode some more,

    For I've shot up a town before

    And it's my night to hollow--Whoo-pee!

    Give me room and turn me loose

    I'm peaceable without excuse.

    I never killed for profit or fun,

    But riled, I'm a regular son of a gun

    And it's my night to hollow--Whoo-pee!

    Good-eye Jim will serve the crowd;

    The rule goes here no sweetnin' 'lowed.

    And we'll drink now the Nixon kid,

    For I rode to town and lifted the lid

    And it's my night to hollow--Whoo-pee!

    You can guess how quick a man must be,

    For I killed eleven and wounded three;

    And brothers and daddies aren't makin' a sound

    Though they know where the kid is found

    And it's my night to hollow--Whoo-pee!

    When I get old and my aim aint true

    And it's three to one and wounded, too,

    I won't beg and claw the ground;

    For I'll be dead before I'm found

    When it's my night to hollow--Whoo-pee!

                                _Baird Boyd._