Desert Doins

Two guns Tex pulled his shootin iron

Which slipped out as easy as butter

But when he started trying to talk

Ole Tex could do nothing but stutter

 

Some kina eight eyed, winged monster

Which had accidently sent his wallet awry

Now trying to make up for this mistake

Offered to buy Tex a quick shot of rye

 

But there was a problem for old Tex

The aged Hombre had given up drinkin

But how now, not to insult this creature

Would take some real special thinkin

 

Guns don’t solve nuthin, so he put it away

And replied, “some chocolate would do instead.”

And the monster, having a chocolate craving

Said, (I’d like some too) “gumvowaminarutead”

 

They ate and they ate pon the prairie these two

Not special knowin hows quickly time flew

Until two brown streaks across virgin, desert sand

Was last seen of thet Alien and the old Buckaroo