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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
The Perils of Slim
Larry Bradfield
Slim works a drilling rig by day
And drinks Lone Star at night
He'd tried to rodeo before
But nothin' came out right
He'd cowboy'd in the Panhandle
And by the Rio Grande
He'd farmed a little cotton plot
Got covered up with sand
Tried his hand once as hunting guide
But never killed a thing
He joined a country-western band
And found he couldn't sing
And then one night in Abilene
His destiny came clear
He found he was a ladies' man
He'd just come in for beer
He met a gal he knew was rich
She had the Midas touch
She thought he was the one for her
He thought about "how much"
He let her keep him for awhile
Then one thing led to two
Slim had a string of wealthy gals
He'd nothin' else to do
He did right well for sev'ral years
And then one Springtime day
He met a gal named Betty Sue
Who's married as they say
Her husband came a ridin' hard
Because he loved her so
He caught them in the hotel room
And shot Slim in the toe
Slim learned his lesson well that day
But he still limps a mite
He works a drilling rig by day
And drinks Lone Star at night.
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