ONE EYED PETE


The tumbleweed bust

And kicked up the dust

That cut through the spurs

As if it was rust.

And stood in the saloon

Silhouetted by the moon

Was a one eyed liner

From North Carolina.

He was a cattle ranch wrangler

Who did a part time job as a gold miner strangler.

Mean and keen to kill for gold

His heart was cruel and midnight cold.

But one night in the ravine

He got seen by Sheriff  Macqueen

Before he got hung

Before he died

Just as he swung

He repented and cried.

From one eye I was not able to see

What the Devil was planning for me.

But he was shown no Mercy,

Just the six foot drop

And as his neck brock.

One eyed Pete

Wept a single tear.

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