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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
THE CROOKED TRAIL
Joel T. Bailey
His father died when he was nine
And his mother did all she could
To teach him right from wrong
So he'd live the way he should
By the time he was in his teens
He was already turning bad
His mother prayed he'd change
For he was all that she had
He rode with a wild bunch
And had started wearing a gun
For a thrill they robbed a stage
That put them all on the run
Because he was now an outlaw
He had to steal to survive
In one holdup he killed a man
Now he's wanted dead or alive
Sometimes in the lonly nights
He thinks of his mother all alone
But he knows he can never go back
The little boy she loved is gone
So he'll run as long as he can
But in the end he knows he'll fail
For theres only one end for those
Who ride the crooked trail
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