The Ballad Of The Lonesome Rider Poem by Timothy David

Well I rolled into town with a stumblin’ step
Weiry and tired, from the East I had come
I made My way up to a man I’d never met
But as I opened My mouth like that He was gone

So I strung up My horse and I went in search of a drink
Wondering what kind of people I’d find
The bar it was quiet to quiet to think
About all the things that I had on My mind

The barkeep He spoke through the cigar in his mouth
Told Me not to hang around for to long
The best way outta town is to travel on south
If You head out that way You cannot go wrong

So on I rode on down the south bound track
Keeping My eyes well peeled for trouble
One looking forward and one looking back
That way I figured My chances would double.

Halfway down the trail there was a carriage burning
Three men lay beside full of bullet wounds
The wheel on the carriage it was still turning
So I knew that I would run into someone soon

I loaded My colt and I held it in hand
Knowing to surely that the time would come
That I would have to make My stand
To the men who would surely shoot Me if I run

The thought of those men brought I shiver to my spine
Knowing all to well what They were going to do
If they spot Me a coming along down the line
And realise that I am a gun slinger too.

The sun it was setting when I heard the shots start
I dove off my horse and found myself some cover
I fired a few back before I got hit in the heart
And My final words were “tell My wife that I love her”

The wind started howling and the night turned cold
I started thinking softly as I drew My last breath
A man of My kind just ain’t meant to grow old
And He always will have such a lonesome death