Old bad Bascomb come ridin’ into town
lookin’ for Wild Willie, gunfighter renown.
He pokes his head in the old saloon,
says, “Wild Willie. meet me at noon
for a shootout, if you do so dare—
the fastest gun’ll live, fair ‘n square!”
Outside, they was no birds flyin’
ceptin’ a buzzard lookin’ fer the dyin’.
Bad Bascomb drawed first,
but come up with air!
He said, “Whar’s mah six-shooter?
Ah knew it’us there!”
Willie sez, “Ah’m old but still fast.
Ah swiped your six-shooter when you went past.
“Now gunslingin’ in the West is come to an end,
so come on inside an’ have a drink with a friend.”
And the only shot that’us heerd that day
wuz a shot of Jack Daniels—up an’ away.
Featured in Henry Smith’s book, “Hunters, Lovers, Kings and Fools” available on Amazon.com.
To see Hank perform his poem “End of Gunfightin” click HERE