With a saddle, spurs and Stetson hat,
Fresh from the range in need of a bath,
Rosa saw him from the cat-house rail
And believe me boys she’s some kind-a gal!
But Will should-a known to watch his back,
Cause last time in he bested Mack
At five card stud and Rosa’s bed,
Figgered for sure he’d wind up dead.
Now a 45 makes quite a hole
When it hits the gut or so I’m told,
But Will wasn’t the kind to quietly go
He and his colt made a hell-of- a show.
Two blank holes where were Mack’s eyes
And through his head shown clear blue skies.
Poor Rosa cried as both men died
And you may think I’m full of lies,
But it takes some gold at the Texas Queen
And mourning don’t buy anything.
So Rosa found a new cowboy
To tip his hat and jump for joy!
Poetry by SS Matthews