TheftOfTheFrontFortyFencing

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Right after the pancakes and bacon and juice,

I noticed that all of our horses were loose.

The fencin' was gone from the front-forty field,

and I ran through the house for a gun I could wield.

I found the old Colt and its cylinder spun;

then grabbed me my lasso and ran for my dun.

I saddled her up and I started my ride,

to string up that son-of-a-fence-rustler's hide!

Just over the hill and on into the draw,

I spotted that varmint who'd broken the law.

I pulled on them reins and I slid to a halt,

and I cussed at that feller I knew was at fault.

I called him a thief and I called him a sleeze

and said he'd be hangin' from one of them trees.

Then, drawin' my Colt, I accused him of takin

my front-forty fencin, but I was mistaken!

That mis'rable cus said, "You've got the wrong man,

and you'd best save your life and depart while you can.

You see, sir," he spoke, "I'm an outlaw, all right,

and I've been on the run since last Saturday night."

"I've killed fifteen men, cause my draw's mighty fast,

and you're pushin' the honor of bein' my last.

I've never took anyone's fenceposts or wire,

so don't think of droppin' that barrel to fire!"

"I'm known, in these parts, as the quickest of guns,

and it's just your good fortune you've still got your buns!

For, calling me names wasn't usin' good sense,

and yer just plain-dang-lucky I di'n't take-a- fence!"