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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
TOWN TAMER
Joel T. Bailey
He rode easy in the saddle
A man tall and lean
His hand was steady
And his wits were keen
Up ahead of him now
Is another boom town
Were he'd been hired
To lay the law down
Tied low on his hip
Was an old forty four
He'd used it many times
And there'd be more
He had worn many badges
In many differant places
The towns were the same
Just differant faces
He had tried many times
To hang up his gun
But there was always
Another job needing done
His never having a home
Was the price he paid
A gun and badge his stock
Town tamer his trade
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