A Cowboys Lament

As I rise from my bed at the break of Dawn

Look in the Mirror, red Eyes and all, trying to keep my hands steady

Out comes the Cut-throat Razor, hands a shake a bit

Nervous as hell with a Towel at the ready

Make good my ablutions, get out my clothes

On with my Wrangler jeans, socks boots and Gun

Shirts a bit dirty, waistcoats the same

When you get to my age it’s no longer fun

Seventy years and five, quite a good age

Many years a lawman, risking life every in every way

How I have lasted this long, being what I was

Now I really appreciate every long passing day

Now sat on the Porch sat just rocking away

Thinking a lot of the past, hard times long ago

Gunfights a plenty when bad men came to town

Many an evening sat with head held in woe

There’s always someone who wants to speak now

About the lawless day long time past

It, s now 1903 thank God those days are gone

Memories left behind glad those times did not last

My Guns were drawn in anger at least ten years ago or more

When I was Marshall in Dodge City

Cannot remember who or what for

Now I am just thank full

That for the rest of my life

I can spend time at home

With the Kids and the Wife

I have had four wives admittedly

I traveled quite a lot

Passions occasionally

Used to get rather hot

You cannot blame a man for wanting

A pretty woman around

Sometimes had to leave town

Without making a sound

But the bad days of the old wild west

Of Gunfights and dead bodies most days

So I say thank you God

I was able to change my ways