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Ballad of Shotgun Joe (pt1)
Contributed by
scott
on
Wednesday, 14th March 2007 @ 02:44:40 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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When the air is still and it's dark as hell There's a tale the old boys like to tell Bout' a man a woman and a shotgun shell And they call it the ballad of Shotgun Joe.
He was born in kansas or so they say And his pa' beat his mother every day So he took his shotgun and blew him away And that's how he became Shotgun Joe.
He said "ma, you know I love you most more than the Lord and his whole host and now that that bastard man's a ghost I guess they'll be lookin for Shotgun Joe."
So he turned and walked into the night And from a way off he saw the flashing lights they searched high and low but try as they might They couldn't find Shotgun Joe.
He ended up down south somewhere he got a drawl and grew out his hair No one knew and no one cared that he was Shotgun Joe.
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2007-03-14 14:44:40] (Date/Time posted on
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