Ride me away on another cliché where
The sun settles soft at
the end of the day
As the good guys, the bad
guys and
All in between
Paint the tale of an era
played out on the screen.
With hokum and smoke ‘em
and
Horses and cattle,
Coyotes yappin’ and
Injuns to battle,
Six-guns ablazin’ and
Pretty gals cooin’,
Pot-bellied sheriffs who
ride to their ruin.
Men in white hats atop
swift golden steeds
Chasing bad men in black whose
hearts fill with greed.
The furious crush of a
cavalry rush
With bugle and banner and
sabre held high
Sweep to the rescue from
manic marauders as
Victory echoes from their
battle cry.
I know it was fantasy,
Nothing quite real,
But I couldn’t escape how
it all made me feel.
Saturday mornings, six-guns
aflame,
And I was a cowboy ridin’ the range.
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