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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
Epitaph for an Outlaw
Joel Bailey
From the foothills of the ozarks to a street in Abilene
A runaway kid became an outlaw somewhere in between
He saw his daddy's bowed back and his mama's gray hair
He knew there had to be a better life somewhere
So he ran away from home at the tender age of ten
He swore to hisself that he'd never be back agin
But he couldn't find anyone willing to give him a job
So just to stay alive he learned how to rob
Then he learned how to shoot with a stolen gun
Thats when he started his life on the run
A gun in his hand had a natural feel
And just like robbing he learned how to kill
At holding up banks he became the best
His picture was on posters all over the West
He backed up from no man and had no fear of the law
For he was also known for the speed of his draw
He truly belived that he could not be beat
But he was wrong for he was in a Kansas street
And the last thing thru the mind of the young outlaw
Was I wish I could see once more those hills of Arkansas
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