Breathen' hard to the saloon he ran,
Gulpin' a strong drink right down;
'Now listen, you folk had better run,
Fer Big Joe's a'comin to town! '
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A captivating poem and story Loyd! For me a great pleasure to read thank you! ! *10*! Best wishes! Friend Thad
The barkeep locked the door And went with Big Joe to the barn And there in the corner stood The baddest horse around. Big joe took one look And said with glee Looks like that there hoss Was made for just me. Jumped astride that critter No saddle was put on there For saddles are for greenhorns And there was surely no time to spare. Out the door the pair departed To heaven knows not where For that was the last we have Heard of Big Joe and the spavined mare. Don't drink and ride. s