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Endymion
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i like westerns.
hope to read some stuff here from other a2kers
anything on that theme -story, song, poem, whatever comes along
here's a contribution : )
The Killer
so he lined em all up
and he shot em all down
and they never made a sound
when they hit the hunting ground
and he dug em all graves
and he buried em with crosses
then he up and rode to town
for to sell him all their horses
then he brought a fine new hat
and a gold watch on a chain
and he found a local bar
where he bought into a game
The poker stakes were high
but he couldn't stop winning
he drank a lot of rye
and he f'cked a lot of women
then a banker came to town
and he had a pretty wife
his name was Pete McCann
and he lived the simple life
the killer paid a visit
and he stole some secret kisses
then he robbed the bank
killed McCann
and rode off with his missus
Endymion 2008
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edgarblythe
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A Gunfighter Ballad
His spurs were jingling
When he boldly pushed through the door
He was tall and quick
Stalkin’ across the sawdust floor
Old leather chaps
Were bound upon his legs,
His gun was hanging low
It was like a tornado
Through the old town about to blow
He said his name was Killer Sam
And don’t berate his name
He could shoot as quick he said
As any in the game
His eyes were blue and clear
When he looked into my face
If there was any yella there
I saw not a trace
He drank his whiskey slow
And he watched the swinging door
He spoke no more words
He didn’t seem to see us anymore
We all could feel
A war was bound to start
If anyone came in
It was like a tornado
Through the town ready to blow
“At last it’s time” said Killer Sam
He walked back to the door
Outside we heard a hoof beat
The clock read ten to four
He walked out in the street
And we heard a voice repeat
“I warned you countless times
You’ll die when next we meet”
We crowded at the window
Some watched it through the swinging door
The stranger sauntered
Twenty paces perhaps a few steps more
His sombrero
Kept his eyes in shadow
We heard him whistling low
It was like a tornado
Through the town starting to blow
“Fill your hand” he told Killer Sam
He leaned into the breeze
Well Killer Sam won the draw
And he did that with ease
His gun it loudly barked
And the stranger shot his round
Then Sam turned to us
He fell dead on the ground
His spurs were jingling
Atop the coffin rolling to Boot Hill
He was lowered quick
And some shovels tossed in the fill
A wooden cross
Got pounded in the ground
The wind it whistled cold
It was like a tornado
Had come and then ceased to blow
He’d said his name was Killer Sam
And don’t berate his name
He could shoot as quick he said
As any in the game
His eyes were blue and clear
When he looked into my face
If there was any yella there
I saw not a trace
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littlek
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Dunno if this one was in a Western, but it ought've been.
EL PASO
(written and performed by Marty Robbins)
from the 1959 Columbia LP, GUNFIGHTER BALLADS & TRAIL SONGS, CL 1349
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Nighttime would find me in Rosa's cantina
Music would play and Feleena would whirl
Blacker than night were the eyes of Feleena
Wicked and evil while casting her spell
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden
I was in love, but in vain I could tell
One night a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the West Texas wind
Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
With wicked Feleena, the girl that I loved
So in anger
I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor
Just for a moment I stood there in silence
Shocked by the foul, evil deed I had done
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there
I had but one chance and that was to run
Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran
Out where the horses were tied
I caught a good one, it looked like it could run
Up on its back and away I did ride
Just as fast as
I could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the badlands of New Mexico
Back in El Paso my life would be worthless
Everything's gone in life, nothing is left
It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death
I saddle up and away I did go
Riding alone in the dark
Maybe tomorrow a bullet will find me
Tonight nothing's worse than this pain in my heart
And at last here
I am on the hill overlooking El Paso
I can see Rosa's cantina below
My love is strong and it pushes me onward
Down off the hill to Feleena I go
Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys
Off to my left are a dozen and more
Shouting and shooting I can't let them catch me
I have to make it to Rosa's back door
Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side
Though I am trying to stay in the saddle
I'm getting weary, unable to ride
But my love for
Feleena is strong, and I rise where I've fallen
Though I am weary I can't stop to rest
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest
From out of nowhere Feleena has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for
One little kiss and Feleena, goodbye
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Endymion
Posts: 2544
Location: UK
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edgarblythe
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Location: Houston
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Stampede
All across this wicked land
Shadows crawling from the sun
No drop of water for our tongues
Half crazy steers a bawling
Cattle drive stumbling through the draw
Buzzards circling way down low
“If you’re going to die just let us know
We’ll catch you as you’re falling”
And a band of reckless riders
Shouting as they top the rim
Hands filled with iron and faces grim
“We’ll have that herd you cowboys”
Curley reaches for his iron
A round of bullets drops him down
Herd gets spooked by the thunderous sound
“It’s the Jamboree, you cowboys”
All across this wicked land
Nothing like a cow stampede
You can follow You can’t lead
We turn our hearts to Texas
All across this wicked land
As the rustlers chase the herd
We chase the mockingbird
All the way home to Texas
So ride the wind back to Texas, boys
On the scent of gun smoke & blood.
Ride the wind back to Texas,
Through the lead rain & the mud.
Ride it hard back to Texas
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Endymion
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Location: UK
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Endymion
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Location: UK
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I just watched this tonight - blimey - did women wear their jeans tight in those days or what??
great film. REALLY great music score - couldn't believe it.
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Endymion
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oh yeah and it's got Bill Travers in it too
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Endymion
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| edgarblythe wrote: |
So ride the wind back to Texas, boys
On the scent of gun smoke & blood.
Ride the wind back to Texas,
Through the lead rain & the mud.
Ride it hard back to Texas |
i like
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edgarblythe
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Location: Houston
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 4:45 pm 
