Treasure Island

lee fones


cowboy


i'm the greatest cowboy
my expense is over payed
drive around disguised boy
and posh hotels i raid

I've hung round with the kids
Tom Used and John Wayne
sometimes we did hid
when those Indians came

John never wrote it on paper
these cowboy shenanigans
instead wrote see you later
then drank in saloon Flanigan's

now Flanagan's was a hard place
much profanity was used
always someone in tight embrace
ending up in shot, defused

being a cowboy is sure tough
at this, shenanigans town
sometimes gets quiet rough
those Indians sure get around

bow n arrows flying here
gun fire from over there
getting shot in my rear
raiding hotel, disguised as bear

Submitted: Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, August 26, 2014

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