The Ballad Of A Cruel Man Brought Down Poem by Timothy David

Let Me tell You a tale of a man so cruel
He never went back to the scene of the crime
He knew better than that He was no mans fool
And the Lawman had been chasing Him for the longest time

He could hide His tracks like He took no steps
He would blow into town for an hour or so
Get what He need and He’d take it free
But He left a trail of blood wherever He’d go

The Lawman arrived two minutes to late
Just as the first alarm sirens sound
Angry and frustrated He dropped to His knees
The man He was chasing had just left town

He went that way cried the woman wearing green
I saw Him run with My own two eyes
My man chased Him down towards the wide river stream
You had better catch up before they reach the other side

When the Lawman arrived the river ran red
There was a man lying still upon the distant shore
The lady in greens husband was dead
The Lawman left wondering how many more

The Lawman caught up near the mountain top
The final showdown was about to begin
The silence was eerie you could hear a pin drop
But it was man against man and who would win

One, two, three and they drew their guns
The noise echoed out like a clap of thunder
The blood dropped down like the setting sun
Who was hit first I still sit and wonder

At the burying grounds there was a sigh of relief
That the man so cruel was no longer around
But sadness quickly followed as they lay down the wreaths
Over their hero the Lawman as they lowered him down

A promise is a promise and I promise to keep
The story of this hero a house hold tale today
And how He died atop that mountain so steep
And never once considered to turn and run away