The Kid

Drawn to the saddle and the weather torn road

The Kid was due east

Beyond the point the land kissed the sky

Under and over and around

With a flick of his leather

And a kick of a boot

He said his goodbyes

He wore his best suit

He checked for the hour and adjusted his hat

Waving his mama away

Torn between his mistress and a young baby son

The smell of cold money and a life by the gun

into the distance he raced with his pack

The wind in his face

Loving eyes on his back

Full of a youthful courage he led

A group of young chancers who’d rather be dead

Than a life down the pit or an age in the field

They lived for the dollar and for this they did wield

A shooter for every finger they had

The gang was 4 strong and each had both hands

Including their thumbs they packed quite a blow

Especially as they kept a knife for each toe

They hunted and robbed but never did rape

Not savage like the natives they shot down with hate

‘scuse me fine sir but do you know the way

to the bank for I need to withdraw right away

The kid entered slowly and held a wry smile

Winked at a child staring God in the eye

Whilst charming the beauty behind the desk

The Kid placed his gun underneath her left breast

Now maam im so sorry I wont bring you no harm

As long as you sit here and don’t raise the alarm

Now fill this here bag with all you have got

Do it with grace and no one will get shot

The fine lady obliged and gave The Kid all he wanted

She rushed with excitement and blushed as he towered

Above her she felt a warm kind of glow

She almost felt faint as he left through the door

His pack were all waiting not making a sound

The Kid stood in silence

pointing the way to the next lonely town

Onward we march boys The Kid hollered loud

We aint going to stop till we make mama proud

The end.