I was cruisin
Abusin the law
Raw, night and day
A city slicker
Quicker, then a six shooter
Cuter then a daisy
Crazy as Billy the kid
Kid you not
Bought some buckshot
Hottest hot-shot on the block
pound for pound
Around, high noon
High tailed into a saloon
I met this dame, a country fox
Locks of golden curls unwind
Behind her tilted cowboy hat
She sat, down next to me
She ordered whisky on the rocks
And moonshine, a full box
Usually I don’t get into them country folks
But damn, she’s so hot she smokes
Pokes at my wagon and wide eyed
Beside me
She began to explain,
Painful tales of bushwackin
Saddle packin
Sheriff attackin
Gun slingin
Rifle stingin
Death bringin
detailed
tales
saddle folded
Molded with shootouts, and bloody undoins
Chewin on a piece of straw
an outlaw
Raw, in her buckskin boots and spurs
Purrs like a kitten
sittin, on a double barrel shotgun
a hired gun
begun, her career
Here, shooten off the deputies left ear
A pioneer
Men fear
her ruthlessness
In the western frontier
Robbing banks
Thanks, to her wild fire
Gun for hire
Tamelessness
Rooten tooten, wagon stretchen
fetchen her a pretty penny
Many
A time shes
freezed coyboys in their tracks
Taxed by her poison moonshine
Boone wine and briar firewater
Daughter of a slain pa
aw she wanted now
was to hit em high
hit em low
pony up
and fire up
her dixie pistols
crystal blow
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wow. that is deap. i really like it! ?
Thanks Kelsey, I think this turned out kind of song or rap like.
I love this!
i used this poem on a website
wow
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pas mal cool je vais revenir voir si ya des changements