This one is about guys leaning on buckboards
try making trouble with your own brother
this railroad won’t hold guitars
see that missing chunk of DiNiro
the boss keeps pictures of himself in his pants
Hoppy can’t believe in the droopyness of human ken
depending on any boulder he’s smaller than
the shadow of a penciled-in cayuse
he’s horrified at the mere idea of a boneyard
the only tale with a fossil-doctor badguy
but you can’t wear glasses in rock territory
and catch a whiff of the Cattleman’s Association
“Keep your eyes peeled on those buttes and don’t
let the herd break that way”
here comes that passle of lurking dynamite
hard as a tree and I reckon it’s got popular
or a windy liason in ranting clusters
now get Sidearm on his feet now pick his flaps
the lard eyes of realization overcome him
“There’s an obvious sky here by cracky!”
let the lungs out of your horse the gloom
from your weapon
hard to tell fresh donuts from protective slabs
all arbitrary figures beneath the Mountain of
the Holy Cross
or a twice-as-windy draw, one
