DIAMOND LIL'S
My tale is of a bar room, Diamond Lil’s saloon,
The piano’s playin something, about love and silver moon,
Picture a town in Texas, where the liquor’s flowin free
Where the gamblers deal up the cards and the girls smile easily.
Suddenly, the doors burst open and there’s a terrible sight
A cowboy staggers forward, come to tell them of his plight,
His hands they fairly tremble and his face is chalky pale
He tells them how he’s lucky, to live to tell the tale.
There’s a moment of deep silence, before another breath is drawn
The barkeeper fresh from Ireland stands frozen like a pawn,
The danger hangin in the air, holds the barkeeper in a trance
There’s a sound of heavy galloping from across the great expanse.
Crashing through the swingin doors, in words I dare not tell,
His muscles knotted his face red and his eyes begin to swell
The smell of something putrid comin from his bootstraps
Makes the barkeeper stagger and a gambler collapse.
He strides over to the bar and yells to make a point
Barkeeper pour me a drink, make it the best in the joint
.Now the barkeeper was hidin down behind the sink,
He reached for a shot glass and poured the man a drink
The man knocked back the drink down in one swallow
The barkeeper melts, as though he’s made of tallow.
The stranger turns away in silence, pays the barkeeper a quarter,
As he walkes to the door, these words he did utter.
If I was you I’d close the joint and shutter up the place
I’m just one step ahead of death - and his name is Whiteface.
It seemed that no one noticed inside the old saloon,
The honky tonk piano, tinkled out the same old tune.
The night had cooled the prairie, and Whiteface strolled into town
No one knew his race or creed and the name was of no renown,
A thirty foot grizzly came right into view,
Oh! If this was Whiteface , what a nightmare to pursue.
Then I woke, rubbed my eyes, came downstairs
To get some air, then I realized I was dreaming
And this was nothing more
Than another tale of the saddle and good old folklore….
<Deleted User> (9554)
Thu 28th Jul 2011 22:06
Lorra fun this poem Hazel. like to hear you reciting it in the old Red Lion.'saloon-bar.
Room at the top.