The Legend of Bob Wright

The Legend of Bob Wright                                                     April 22, 2006

Back in another day, another time,

There lived a man with the quickest hands you ever saw.

His name, Bob Wright, nothing special in form,

Yet he wrote his name in cowboy lore.

He drew from his holsters his Colt .45s,

And he'd shoot any man who'd dare cross his path.

He had this shit-eatin' grin on his face

That would tell the tale of 1,000 days,

Of being as he was, a desperado.

Ol' Bob Wright was of natural size,

But in reality, shined his beacon like Lady Liberty.

There simply wasn't anything ordinary about him.

He was a wanted man in seven states:

Texas, Louisiana, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Kansas, Nebraska,

And Arizona, to rattle 'em off,

Killin' for money, payin' for whores,

Hangin' 'round saloons until he saw visions of three,

Why, one time, just to make a point,

He shot a mayor at his pulpit he didn't like,

And when later asked why by his gang,

He grinned, "It was all in good fun."

Then one day, he came across a sheriff

Who claimed he would bring down big, bad Bob,

And when he was turned around, the sheriff shot Bob

Right square in the back.

That was the end of his place in time

For the legend of Bob Wright,

And the only thing right about his exit

Was the bullet got him in the heart,

'Cause if he could've, he'd have turned around

And shot the sheriff into Swiss cheese,

But that is what I happen to think,

For it didn't happen so.

Bob Wright will always be remembered

As one of the last cowboys,

For soon, planes, trains, and automobiles

Began to take off the earthly plain.

He was, and is, truly a legend,

And he gave 'em hell while he could.

He lived life to the fullest.

He will never fade away.