keith44spl
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The Story,
Seems like, I's listening to a few tunes on the victrola...I believe Ol Merle was a croonin' sumthing 'bout
the 'Sea Shores Of Old Mexico', best I recall.
I musta dozed off er sumthing, cause next thing I'm knowing I's hikin along this beach with this here
blue ocean and I's come across what I though was an old tequila bottle.
But, dang it turned out to be one of them Genie's bottles...Anyways,
she was a cutie, but with the dang-est Irish brogue that ya ever heard, for a genie anyhows.
Wells she sez, "Cowboy, what's it gonna be...What's your three wishes?"
I weren't excepting none of this doings, so it catches me kinda flat footed and thinkin' a right slow.
Study about it fur 'bout 30 seconds...She's a pattin' her foot and waiting on my answers.
Didn't want to take a chance an' lose out here, so I sez...Ya know,
I'd sure nuff like to have a good broke hoss with a good fittin saddle that
would be easy on his back...And mine too, if it ain't too much trouble.
She sez, "Done!" And I'll be darn'd, right thar was a purty good lookin Bay pony wearin a fine hand made saddle,
with a matching martingale and headstall with silver bits.
Dang! If'n this ain't some kinda deal.....I don't know what is!
Kind impatient like, she ask again,"What's next? I ain't got all day here!"
My mind's a racing a mile a minute now...And I blurt out, "How's bought a case of 'em ice cold Lone Star long necks?"
Poof, right thar in a big ol' ice chest and all.
Still patting her foot on the sand, this long tall sally's givin me the evil eye, "Well, I got time for jest one more wish,
Then it's back in the bottle and I'm outta here."
"Come on cowboy, what would you really like?....If'n you could have it all?"
Jest battin' her eyes lashes and twistin her hair on her finger, in a voice as sweet a sorghum, "What's it gonna be?"
I'm scratchin at the sunburnt spot on my head and thinkin real hard like........................I'm a thinkin'
why the heck not?
Tell ya what gal....What I'd surly would like purty good,
.
Is a .44 S&W Special with a checkered rib barrel built on a pre-war frame.
And I'll be darn'd....If'n that weren't what was on her mind too!
I'm a guessin', cause when the smoke cleared, right thar it was!
Then, jest like a wisp of fog on the soft ocean breeze, she was gone.
.
When I came to, I was thirsty, and that thar music box was a playin'.......
And sumbody named Imelda May was a singin' an old Patsy Cline tune "Sweet Dreams"
.
I's gotta quit chasein' them tacos with Jose Cuervo!
Dang It.......It leaves a feller fellin' plum pecular.
Su Amigo,
Dave
(For the lighter colored screens)
The Story,
Seems like, I's listening to a few tunes on the victrola...I believe Ol Merle was a croonin' sumthing 'bout
the 'Sea Shores Of Old Mexico', best I recall.
I musta dozed off er sumthing, cause next thing I'm knowing I's hikin along this beach with this here
blue ocean and I's come across what I though was an old tequila bottle.
But, dang it turned out to be one of them Genie's bottles...Anyways,
she was a cutie, but with the dang-est Irish brogue that ya ever heard, for a genie anyhows.
Wells she sez, "Cowboy, what's it gonna be...What's your three wishes?"
I weren't excepting none of this doings, so it catches me kinda flat footed and thinkin' a right slow.
Study about it fur 'bout 30 seconds...She's a pattin' her foot and waiting on my answers.
Didn't want to take a chance an' lose out here, so I sez...Ya know,
I'd sure nuff like to have a good broke hoss with a good fittin saddle that
would be easy on his back...And mine too, if it ain't too much trouble.
She sez, "Done!" And I'll be darn'd, right thar was a purty good lookin Bay pony wearin a fine hand made saddle,
with a matching martingale and headstall with silver bits.
Dang! If'n this ain't some kinda deal.....I don't know what is!
Kind impatient like, she ask again,"What's next? I ain't got all day here!"
My mind's a racing a mile a minute now...And I blurt out, "How's bought a case of 'em ice cold Lone Star long necks?"
Poof, right thar in a big ol' ice chest and all.
Still patting her foot on the sand, this long tall sally's givin me the evil eye, "Well, I got time for jest one more wish,
Then it's back in the bottle and I'm outta here."
"Come on cowboy, what would you really like?....If'n you could have it all?"
Jest battin' her eyes lashes and twistin her hair on her finger, in a voice as sweet a sorghum, "What's it gonna be?"
I'm scratchin at the sunburnt spot on my head and thinkin real hard like........................I'm a thinkin'
why the heck not?
Tell ya what gal....What I'd surly would like purty good,
.
Is a .44 S&W Special with a checkered rib barrel built on a pre-war frame.
And I'll be darn'd....If'n that weren't what was on her mind too!
I'm a guessin', cause when the smoke cleared, right thar it was!
Then, jest like a wisp of fog on the soft ocean breeze, she was gone.
.
When I came to, I was thirsty, and that thar music box was a playin'.......
And sumbody named Imelda May was a singin' an old Patsy Cline tune "Sweet Dreams"
.
I's gotta quit chasein' them tacos with Jose Cuervo!
Dang It.......It leaves a feller fellin' plum pecular.
Su Amigo,
Dave
Seems like, I's listening to a few tunes on the victrola...I believe Ol Merle was a croonin' sumthing 'bout
the 'Sea Shores Of Old Mexico', best I recall.
I musta dozed off er sumthing, cause next thing I'm knowing I's hikin along this beach with this here
blue ocean and I's come across what I though was an old tequila bottle.
But, dang it turned out to be one of them Genie's bottles...Anyways,
she was a cutie, but with the dang-est Irish brogue that ya ever heard, for a genie anyhows.
Wells she sez, "Cowboy, what's it gonna be...What's your three wishes?"
I weren't excepting none of this doings, so it catches me kinda flat footed and thinkin' a right slow.
Study about it fur 'bout 30 seconds...She's a pattin' her foot and waiting on my answers.
Didn't want to take a chance an' lose out here, so I sez...Ya know,
I'd sure nuff like to have a good broke hoss with a good fittin saddle that
would be easy on his back...And mine too, if it ain't too much trouble.
She sez, "Done!" And I'll be darn'd, right thar was a purty good lookin Bay pony wearin a fine hand made saddle,
with a matching martingale and headstall with silver bits.
Dang! If'n this ain't some kinda deal.....I don't know what is!
Kind impatient like, she ask again,"What's next? I ain't got all day here!"
My mind's a racing a mile a minute now...And I blurt out, "How's bought a case of 'em ice cold Lone Star long necks?"
Poof, right thar in a big ol' ice chest and all.
Still patting her foot on the sand, this long tall sally's givin me the evil eye, "Well, I got time for jest one more wish,
Then it's back in the bottle and I'm outta here."
"Come on cowboy, what would you really like?....If'n you could have it all?"
Jest battin' her eyes lashes and twistin her hair on her finger, in a voice as sweet a sorghum, "What's it gonna be?"
I'm scratchin at the sunburnt spot on my head and thinkin real hard like........................I'm a thinkin'
why the heck not?
Tell ya what gal....What I'd surly would like purty good,
.
Is a .44 S&W Special with a checkered rib barrel built on a pre-war frame.
And I'll be darn'd....If'n that weren't what was on her mind too!
I'm a guessin', cause when the smoke cleared, right thar it was!
Then, jest like a wisp of fog on the soft ocean breeze, she was gone.
.
When I came to, I was thirsty, and that thar music box was a playin'.......
And sumbody named Imelda May was a singin' an old Patsy Cline tune "Sweet Dreams"
.
I's gotta quit chasein' them tacos with Jose Cuervo!
Dang It.......It leaves a feller fellin' plum pecular.
Su Amigo,
Dave
(For the lighter colored screens)
The Story,
Seems like, I's listening to a few tunes on the victrola...I believe Ol Merle was a croonin' sumthing 'bout
the 'Sea Shores Of Old Mexico', best I recall.
I musta dozed off er sumthing, cause next thing I'm knowing I's hikin along this beach with this here
blue ocean and I's come across what I though was an old tequila bottle.
But, dang it turned out to be one of them Genie's bottles...Anyways,
she was a cutie, but with the dang-est Irish brogue that ya ever heard, for a genie anyhows.
Wells she sez, "Cowboy, what's it gonna be...What's your three wishes?"
I weren't excepting none of this doings, so it catches me kinda flat footed and thinkin' a right slow.
Study about it fur 'bout 30 seconds...She's a pattin' her foot and waiting on my answers.
Didn't want to take a chance an' lose out here, so I sez...Ya know,
I'd sure nuff like to have a good broke hoss with a good fittin saddle that
would be easy on his back...And mine too, if it ain't too much trouble.
She sez, "Done!" And I'll be darn'd, right thar was a purty good lookin Bay pony wearin a fine hand made saddle,
with a matching martingale and headstall with silver bits.
Dang! If'n this ain't some kinda deal.....I don't know what is!
Kind impatient like, she ask again,"What's next? I ain't got all day here!"
My mind's a racing a mile a minute now...And I blurt out, "How's bought a case of 'em ice cold Lone Star long necks?"
Poof, right thar in a big ol' ice chest and all.
Still patting her foot on the sand, this long tall sally's givin me the evil eye, "Well, I got time for jest one more wish,
Then it's back in the bottle and I'm outta here."
"Come on cowboy, what would you really like?....If'n you could have it all?"
Jest battin' her eyes lashes and twistin her hair on her finger, in a voice as sweet a sorghum, "What's it gonna be?"
I'm scratchin at the sunburnt spot on my head and thinkin real hard like........................I'm a thinkin'
why the heck not?
Tell ya what gal....What I'd surly would like purty good,
.
Is a .44 S&W Special with a checkered rib barrel built on a pre-war frame.
And I'll be darn'd....If'n that weren't what was on her mind too!
I'm a guessin', cause when the smoke cleared, right thar it was!
Then, jest like a wisp of fog on the soft ocean breeze, she was gone.
.
When I came to, I was thirsty, and that thar music box was a playin'.......
And sumbody named Imelda May was a singin' an old Patsy Cline tune "Sweet Dreams"
.
I's gotta quit chasein' them tacos with Jose Cuervo!
Dang It.......It leaves a feller fellin' plum pecular.
Su Amigo,
Dave
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