Post by wildfire on Feb 8, 2005 8:06:05 GMT -5
Bandito Gold
Was mid-July the year that I turned ten,
The summer dust glowed red in Texas skies.
Day and night the hot winds blowed, but what I remembered most
Was a look I can’t forget in Daddy’s eyes.
Said, “The yella’ colt’s our first one, and I know
For two long years we both have watched him grow,
But the pastures all have died and McCellan Creek’s ran dry.
Son, I’ve got to sell Bandito Gold.”<br>
Bandito Gold, think of all the mighty rivers we have crossed,
And all the mountains we have climbed.
Bandito Gold, think of all the outlaw bands
That we’ve captured single-handed in our minds.
Thank the Lord that spring we got the rain.
With thunderstorms in bucketfuls it came.
Then the prairie flowers bloomed and McCellan Creek ran full.
Then the pasture turned a brilliant Kelly green.
The first of May our old mare Dixie foaled-
With four white socks, a pretty yellow colt.
With pride we watched him grow, until now he’s 10 years old,
But he never has replaced Bandito Gold.
Bandito Gold, think of all the mighty rivers we have crossed,
And all the mountains we have climbed.
Bandito Gold, think of all the outlaw bands
That we’ve captured single-handed in our minds.
It’s my turn to ride. My horse is in Chute Five,
And I’ve checked the reins and pulled my saddle tight.
Way out in Idaho at the Twin Falls rodeo.
I’ve drawn the outlaw horse . . . Bandito Gold.
Bandito Gold, think of all the mighty rivers we have crossed,
And all the mountains we have climbed.
Bandito Gold, think of all the outlaw bands
That we’ve captured single-handed in our minds.
Was mid-July the year that I turned ten,
The summer dust glowed red in Texas skies.
Day and night the hot winds blowed, but what I remembered most
Was a look I can’t forget in Daddy’s eyes.
Said, “The yella’ colt’s our first one, and I know
For two long years we both have watched him grow,
But the pastures all have died and McCellan Creek’s ran dry.
Son, I’ve got to sell Bandito Gold.”<br>
Bandito Gold, think of all the mighty rivers we have crossed,
And all the mountains we have climbed.
Bandito Gold, think of all the outlaw bands
That we’ve captured single-handed in our minds.
Thank the Lord that spring we got the rain.
With thunderstorms in bucketfuls it came.
Then the prairie flowers bloomed and McCellan Creek ran full.
Then the pasture turned a brilliant Kelly green.
The first of May our old mare Dixie foaled-
With four white socks, a pretty yellow colt.
With pride we watched him grow, until now he’s 10 years old,
But he never has replaced Bandito Gold.
Bandito Gold, think of all the mighty rivers we have crossed,
And all the mountains we have climbed.
Bandito Gold, think of all the outlaw bands
That we’ve captured single-handed in our minds.
It’s my turn to ride. My horse is in Chute Five,
And I’ve checked the reins and pulled my saddle tight.
Way out in Idaho at the Twin Falls rodeo.
I’ve drawn the outlaw horse . . . Bandito Gold.
Bandito Gold, think of all the mighty rivers we have crossed,
And all the mountains we have climbed.
Bandito Gold, think of all the outlaw bands
That we’ve captured single-handed in our minds.
