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The Sheriff And Ol' Blue
The sheriff had won many battles With just a six shooter in each hand, And with the help of a whispered prayer This sheriff always got the wanted man.
The sheriff was wet and cold And weary too, For the sheriff had been out that snowy night Tracking the outlaw folks called Ol' Blue.
Ol' Blue had the bluest eyes That a girl had ever seen, But that didn’t stop him From being black hearted and downright mean.
He’d ride into town Headed for the nearest bar, Hitching his horse to an old wooden post So the poor thing couldn’t graze very far.
The men in town hid When he glared their way, While all the pretty girls fought To make him their man some day.
Ol' Blue didn’t steal the cowboys’ silver Or even the miners’ gold, No, he stole the hearts of pretty girls With his eyes, so blue and bold.
But he stole one heart too many Now he’s afeard for his life, Cause the sheriff caught him And she’s hell bent on becoming his wife!
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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