"Old Man Jesse"
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You wouldn't believe,
the stories they tell.
Of a man named Jesse,
that was headin' for hell.
~~~
Well old man Jesse,
was a mountain of a man.
Ya he married wild Kate,
"N" had a son named Dan.
~~~
They lived in a shack,
made of timber wood.
They had no means,
so they did what they could.
~~~
They were a wild breed,
way up the hills.
They'd kill for their supper,
and ran a moonshine still.
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No' they didn't take kindly,
to folks around.
They'd run out yellin'
and shoot toward the ground.
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You'd see young Dan,
from time to time.
Sneakin' around,
stealin' folks blind.
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Then one day,
there was shootin' in the hills.
Ole' Jesse was ragin',
on a quest to kill.
~~~
Kate stepped in,
and took the round.
She looked at Jesse,
then fell to the ground.
~~~
Well' Jesse couldn't live,
without wild Kate.
So he took the next round,
it was all pure fate.
~~~
From time to time,
you'd see Dan in the hills.
Stealin' folks blind,
And runnin' that moonshine still.
~~~
Sandra Winright
September 20, 2008
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