The Best Song by the Beat Farmers from their first Album (1985). Difficult to outdo this Masterwork.
Lyrics
I rode into town on a crippled horse
Got fired from a cattle drive up north
The ropes of the gallows were swingin' in the breeze
All the Wanted Posters had pictures of me
I got my Colt Forty Five, right by my side
I'm the California Kid, I hope you're quite prepared to die
Tied what was left of my horse to a hitch
Walked into a saloon, they called the 'Busted *****'
I ordered up a whiskey, they asked me for my bread
I paid him two bits, then I pumped him full of lead
I got my Colt Forty Five, right by my side
I'm the California Kid, I hope you're quite prepared to die
A lady of the evening was eyeballing me
Staring down from the balcony
She walked up to me with gun powder breath
The ace of hearts was bleeding from her hip
I dragged her upstairs by her lower lip
I got my Colt Forty Five, right by my side
I'm the California Kid, I hope you're quite prepared to die
She undid my boots, she untied my jeans
She untied my tubes I had tied in my teens
'Bout that time the front door was kicked in
And there stood some scumball all covered in sin
He said "that's my woman" I said "that's no lie"
I blew a hole in him just as big as the sky
I got my Colt Forty Five, right by my side
I'm the California Kid, I hope you're quite prepared to die
I'm the California Kid, I hope you're quite prepared to die
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Wisdom does because one day we will have both youth and wisdom with neither being lonely anymore. Until then ... forever young it is. Stay faithful to your young dreams.
Last edited by masque de Z; 09-13-2017 at 04:10 AM.