A Last Lament

Poem By Robert Daniels

Singing songs and telling jokes
And drinking their whiskey straight
When out of the din there came a croak
From a feller’ as sudden as fate I’m poor and I’m tired of this life I’ve led
All this rotgut and hussies in red
And them that aims in the gambling games
To clean you of all that you’ve had I’m sick of greed and the whiskery breed
That hangs out in this honky tonk heap
Of the money I’ve spent and how it all went
For a life that is bawdy and cheap Oh, I’ve rode with the worst, I’ve robbed and I’ve cursed
And I’ve killed me and Injun or two
I’ve held up some trains for material gains
And my virtues, they’s been mighty few But now I’m all done, gonna hand up my gun
And get out of this honky tonk dive
Gonna ride a new road and carry my load
And be thankful that I’m still alive Then he put down a buck, that he said was for luck
And turned to go with a lurch
When a hussy in red stopped him and said
"Bye, Reverend, see you in church"

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