The glass block sidewalk gives off a glow, to light up the secrets hidden below. Wet your whistle at the Eagle Saloon, as the piano plays a Scott Joplin tune. Way in the back the poker game’s on, they’ll still be there well after dawn. The cowboys and Indians are a helluva sight,Continue reading “Havre ‘Neath the Streets”
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Route 1, Box 36
Back in the Sixties we lived in the sticks, Out on Route One, Box Thirty-Six. We made our abode at the end of the road, Where nature bestowed and Beaver Creek flowed. With Montana skies, sunny and blue. Gone were the Blackfeet, the Cree and the Sioux. Out in the back were a horse andContinue reading “Route 1, Box 36”
Leavin’ Outa’ Town
Leavin’ outa’ town, don’t know where I’m bound, ain’t no sense to frown, it’s been good to be around. Don’t call me on the phone, I just need to be alone, my cover has been blown, ain’t the first time that I’ve flown. Don’t go gittin’ down, don’t you make a frown, Continue reading “Leavin’ Outa’ Town”
Long George Francis
The Outlaw and the Schoolmarm They said he rode with Curry, but we can never tell, but at the ridin’ and the ropin’ we knew he did excel. Perhaps he had a long rope, an orphan calf or two, those farmers and the ranchers never had a clue. Tall and slim and fitted out inContinue reading “Long George Francis”
Outlaws, Outrages and Outright Lies 