Shudn't a Done

An Hombre rode into a small Texas town

His face etched with a purdy deep frown

On each hip, a shootin iron was worned

Avenging an insult wuz what he sworned

 

In this frontier town lived Big Bad Boy Jack

At town’s end in a small run-down shack

He’d done sum wrong to sweet Mary-Loo

Which wuz sum sumthin he jes shudn’t do

 

When Bad Boy Jack saw thet rider comin his way

He thanked there might be some kina gun play

With shock, realized it was the Preacher named John

Who was no amigo, but a gunslingin phenomenon

 

Out his back door, Bad Boy jumped on his ride

It was either hittin trail or else he’d have died

Thet Preacher came to administer a last right

Havin Bad Boy thinkin bout nuthin but flight

 

Down through the Brazos, with Waco his aim

Far away from thet Preacher’s sharp-shootin game

But that avenging Rider stayed hot on his tail

And bout scapin, Bad Boy wuz to ultimately fail

 

Bad Boy had been buried with his boots on

Bad Boy had tried but he weres badly out-drawn

He'd paid a price for insultin sweet Mary-Lou

Which had been sumthin he jes shudn’t do

 

 

Author's Note

the little people love dandelions
watching them come up in the Spring
even tho' they also enjoy eatin big persons
it is dandelions what's makin little people sing