True Blue, White Wedding

This ranch is awfully restless with that murderess in camp…

She’s a smilin’ holy sunshine… such a darling little vamp

She’s a ropin’ up the greenhorns~got their stables in a mess

They’ll be doin’ things past midnight, to a priest they won’t confess

They’ll be sluggin’ back the bramble~they’ll be slammin’ worms and fists

They’ll be sayin’ things to pillows that will follow with a kiss

Yes, the taking of their Tommy~Billy~Buddy~Simon too

Oh, it’s more than they can handle~it’s a bunch of death times two

And these boys will soon be sober, come what… March, or May, or Spring

They’ll be wheat up to the yonder, they’ll be dirges soon to sing

And they’ll hang that little filly from her feather toes and neck

(It’s a sight she won’t remember, it’s a sight they won’t forget)

As murders come, and murders go

but dames done up in leather

make cowboys hem, and cowboys haw

and soon forget the weather

and soon look off to western skies for more than just sun setting

as murder makes a cowboy long, for his true blue, white wedding…

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agw