| "It war mid December and I figured at last If I don't go now I'll never make the pass" Red began to spin his yarn, sitting 'round the table Most of his old cronies had heard this tired fable "Mount Elbert war covered with snow The climbin' war cold and real slow So cold the mule's feet stuck to the ground Caught in a blizzard with no way down "Ceptin' I found a cave with a warm grizzly bear Crawled right up next to him there Slept real cozy the whole winter round In Spring, rode 'em bareback all the way down" The tale didn't sit quite right with one ol' fellar "That thar's a lie, tell the truth, lessen' yar yellar" The table went flyin', the cards all over the house "C'mon you dog, I'll remove that lie from your mouth" Before they could throw down or reach for their guns The bartender brought up a double barrel shotgun "I don't care if you rip each other from ear to ear But you ain't bustin' up this place, take it outta here" They made for the double doors, their anger real plain Peering out at a street of an ocean of mud and rain They grimaced at each other and then stared at the street Looked over at the shotgun then down at their feet Red spoke first with an eye full of glimmer "Well, maybe it war April and not really December I just got caught in an early Spring flurry Kinda mosied on down, warn't in no hurry" Reckon this old cogger decided to tell the truth When he was met with a little nasty reproof Guess it would make a much better business Like the Good Book says and don't bear false witness Ron Secoy |
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