Might just ride-away…
(a
cowboy sad-song)
She won’t brand
him! Can’t tame him!
She loves him! Can’t
ever forsake him!
He’s golden
sunshine-comfort in her dreary day
Her spirit allows
that one day he’ll just ride away
Chance Evans forced to
man-duties loving his mother and sister
Looked
not at his mother’s transgressions with bad-banker
mister
Mom
objected when pretty young daughter he evil-eyed
An
accident(?) when their lives the
banker errant-denied
At
their grave-site Chance told him, “I’ll
see you soon!”
All
that night he plotted and planned what he’d be doin’
Exonerated! “Innocent” elite-banker in a sham-trial
Angel mother and
sister reputation unfairly-defiled
She won’t brand
him! Can’t tame him!
She loves him! Can’t
ever forsake him!
He’s golden
sunshine-comfort in her dreary day
Her spirit allows
that one day he’ll just ride away
Chance had turned out
the stock and set the buildings ablaze
At
the bank come high noon he dismounted, his mind in a haze
Vengeance-“Justice!” prevailed when a single shot
rang out
Chance dashed to his
mount screaming a victorious shout
Deputy
Hingle had the “killer”-boy dead in his sights
Comanche Bill’s straight-arrow
put out the law’s lights
Together
the “gang” raised grey-tendrils on
dusty Main Street
Riding
off to the secret cave where sweet Myriah
they’d meet
She won’t brand
him! Can’t tame him!
She loves him! Can’t
ever forsake him!
He’s golden
sunshine-comfort in her dreary day
Her spirit allows
that one day he’ll just ride away
(Part 2 of 2 tomorrow)
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