Created with Suno.com, lyrics mine, story mine A 4.5 remaster of my most popular song
Stay tuned for the follow-up song Posse Killer part 1 and 2 that takes place in the same universe.
[Verse 1]
It all started off when I was young, my daddy said, "Son,
I'm gonna take you out in the yard and teach ya how ta shoot a gun."
At first, it was fer fun, I'd fire a few times, and he would say, "Kid, well done."
But I practiced and practiced, and soon I could hit a jackrabbit in a full run.
As my hand grew more steady, he said, "Boy, I think that you're ready
To help me bring these heads of beef cattle and keep your gun handy for snakes that rattle.
I'll need you to stay in the saddle, and ride back behind for cows that straggle,
And when we get there, you can watch me haggle, by the end of the trip you'll be the most bed-raggle
That you've ever bean, we won't have time for hygiene.
These badlands are mean, we'll have to traverse a ravine
Where rustlers were seen, so keep your piece clean."
I only had jus' become a teen, but I knew this was my scene.
Sleeping under the stars, eating salted meat out of jars,
Keeping what was ours, from getting hit by railcars.
The trip went off without a hitch, we slept by a ditch.
I got to see my dad's sales pitch; I had found my niche.
[Chorus]
Spurs jangling,
Six shooter by my side, dangling.
I'm the meanest son of a gun, this side of the Mississippi, wrangling.
Rounders know they made a mistake, when we start tangling.
I'm here to bring home the bacon, so these cowpokes need to quit their bellyachin'.
I'm stakin' my claim, walkin' through the fire and flame,
Winning every card game, and gatherin' acclaim,
So that my family name goes down in the Cowboy Hall of Fame.
[Verse 2]
As I became a young man, I told my dad I had a plan
and that's where my journey began
I would go among the red man, to learn to survive off the land
from a medicine man, that I met while escortin' a caravan
In a couple of weeks, from valleys to peaks
and cave floors and creeks, I barely could squeak
by, without bringing water or food
and build a shelter so crude, breathe at high altitude
until he said you'd make a fine Indian brave
so, I set off with a wave, knowing I won't end up in an early grave
on the next leg of my quest, I would be hard pressed
to put my hands to the test, and not be under arrest
this would be excitin', I would try bar fightin'
without kickin' or bitin'
It was a success; I could now swing my way outta a mess
even though it felt wrong to aggress, I was ready to return home, more or less
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now that I was grown, it's time for my skills to be put to good use
there were too many rustlers and bandits runnin' loose
who's ornery necks should be fit for a noose
they heaped too much abuse, so now there ain't no callin' a truce
say hello to my little lead friends, it's time for a cleanse
I'll track them down in their dens
and take back their ill-gotten gains
that they got from the robbing of trains
and ambushing on traveling lanes
all across the Great Plains
and somewhere along the way, I'll stop, and I'll play
some card hands that pay, so Hi Ho, Silver away
[Outro: fade out]
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