Tattoos in Mayberry
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Your kids I won't coddle
Because I'm not a role model
That's what Johnny West would often say..
A bold street troubadour
bleeding songs at your door.
That was Johnny 'The Outlaw' West.
He wouldn't walk
he'd run from the Sons 'o' guns
with their played out fun.
Laying low allowing their bullets
to fly over his head.
He'd end around the clean and safe
road crew
assigned to mop up all the
blood, guts, and shi*
Call to arms his freedom calls
until nature called
or he couldn't stand up or spit..
.
Until one day
the cops would stamp a ceremonial bullet
with his name engraved on it.
When his Sun went down
nobody could prove Johnny
did them wrong
Still, authorization came down to plant him
in a road side ditch.
However the dirt goes down
The law takes it's fleshy pound.
There's never any shortage
of litigants.
A slim few would agree Johnny West
was just another lyin' cheatin,' double dealin'
dirty rotten Son of a bitch....
Not the dark legend Johnny West
Who said, this life was a test
His guitar strummed the best.
Drawing crooked lines in the sand
He was his own kind of man
Mister Johnny 'The Outlaw' West.
Buddy Bee Anthony
All editing and publishing rights reserved as is by this author
Because I'm not a role model
That's what Johnny West would often say..
A bold street troubadour
bleeding songs at your door.
That was Johnny 'The Outlaw' West.
He wouldn't walk
he'd run from the Sons 'o' guns
with their played out fun.
Laying low allowing their bullets
to fly over his head.
He'd end around the clean and safe
road crew
assigned to mop up all the
blood, guts, and shi*
Call to arms his freedom calls
until nature called
or he couldn't stand up or spit..
.
Until one day
the cops would stamp a ceremonial bullet
with his name engraved on it.
When his Sun went down
nobody could prove Johnny
did them wrong
Still, authorization came down to plant him
in a road side ditch.
However the dirt goes down
The law takes it's fleshy pound.
There's never any shortage
of litigants.
A slim few would agree Johnny West
was just another lyin' cheatin,' double dealin'
dirty rotten Son of a bitch....
Not the dark legend Johnny West
Who said, this life was a test
His guitar strummed the best.
Drawing crooked lines in the sand
He was his own kind of man
Mister Johnny 'The Outlaw' West.
Buddy Bee Anthony
All editing and publishing rights reserved as is by this author
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Johnny `The Outlaw` West
Johnny `The Outlaw` West