Livin’ Wild! Runnin’ Free! An outlaw trio raisin’ Hell!
Robbin’
stagecoaches and banks, no law could quell
With
Indian friend Bill and lover Myriah, Chance Evans reveled
Split
even illegal spoils; the trio, with each other, always leveled
Chance spied his
friends-couple compromised beside the river
Myriah saw Chance; Comanche couldn’t reach a bow/arrow-quiver
They
left an Indian near the water searching for ancestors to meet
Chance Evans forgave Myriah calling her his true love most sweet
She won’t brand
him! Can’t break 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 lives just
south of golden-sun high-noon
A
bit west of yonder alabaster pale-glowing full moon
Should
you choose to emulate Chance’s Wild-spirit
defend
Listen
soft-close to Liberty-Freedom on yon Whisper-wind
She won’t brand
him! Can’t break 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
She won’t brand
him! Can’t break 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
A-Amen!---A-Amen!...Amen!
Amen! Amen!
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