A TRIBUTE TO AUDIE L. MURPHY
THE TEXICAN
A pair of mexican boots,
And a stetson hat.
A gun hung low.
With the trigger tied back.
He had the make,
Of a fighting man.
He was the man,
They called the Texican.
Spurs that jingle,
On the hardwood floor.
A poker game,
Just made for four.
If you sit in,
For a hand or two.
You will be broke,
Before you are though.
He rode all alone,
And he had no kin.
He was the man,
They called the TEXICAN.
Author: MelWave
