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Names, characters, locations and incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
A Cowboy's Song - Fifth Verse
Out here on the range where the sky never ends, If you got any problems, you can count on yer friends, Yer saddlemate partners, the buddies you ride with, And eat with, and joke with, and bed down beside with. Whatever you need when yer drivin a herd, Don't matter if it's serious or jist plain absurd, You can jist ask a cowboy, whatever it is, And he'll kindly oblige you, as certain as piss.
One day at the bar, my buddy and me Meets us an old timer, seventythree. We buys him a drink and he asks was we miners He's one of them Californ fortyniners But now he a-figgers he's gettin too old And he shows us a map where he says is some gold. Now the gold rush it ended a long time ago But my buddy and me gets a thinkin, y'know That maybe we might strike it rich, so we guessed We'd pack up our gear and head us out west. If we plays our cards right, with a little bit of luck We'll find us some gold and make us a buck.
So after a few months, we gets ourselves down To San Francisco, a gay little town. Twas the middle of April, nineteen oh six When the two of us rides in like a couple of hicks. We's wanderin the streets, all tuckered, until We gets us a room atop of Nob Hill. We takes us a bath and I fucks him a little And then we heads out to get us some vittles. And out in the hallway we meets us the dude In the room next to our'n, and not bein rude We tips him our hats and he asks how it goes. He's a nice enough sun-of-a-gun, we suppose. And later we sees him down at the bar And he's standin and smokin a big old cigar And he's found him a lad, young and good lookin And we realize they has got somethin cookin. Theys sharin a bottle. Theys each got a glass And our neighbor's a-pawin the kid's little ass. Well, it's turnin us on jist watchin that shit So we heads back to our room a-lickety split. We rips off our clothes. My bud's on his knees A-suckin my dick and he knows how to please. He's a-runnin down all of his pleasurin techniques Like a-squeezin my nuts and a-grabbin my cheeks, Then I pulls him back up and turns him around And I kisses him and I makes him lay down. And now he's so horny, he lays on the bed And positions his legs way up over his head And I licks at his asshole, inside and out. And we're ruttin like antelopes, without any doubt. We're movin on instinct, we's got no control. I uses my fingers to loosen his hole. Then I lean into him so's the end of my dick Is a-buttin his asshole, then real nice and quick He's a-suckin me in. I start rammin him hard. And whens we gets goin, we gives no regard To all the commotion and noise we is makin, The floorboards is creakin, the bedboards is shakin, My buddy is howlin and me, I'm a-groanin While his sweet little cowpunchin ass I'm a-bonin. You guys out there know when we let someone fuck us We're likely to put up a terrible ruckus. And I lets out a yell when I finally cums And I blows a big load in my buddy's sweet bums! And then we collapses our selves on the bed Intendin to sleep, we're so tired, but instead We hears through the walls that the neighbor next door Is still goin at it with his pretty boy whore. Yeah, the kid is a hustler, to be perfectly blunt, And the walls is so thin that we hears every grunt. It's already mornin, it's past five o clock And the room is a-swayin and started to rock. The pictures is droppin clear off of the wall, The chamberpot pitcher is preparin to fall, The bureau is walkin across the damn room, The lamp on the ceilin lets loose with a boom The panes in the windows is crackin and breakin. Thems two has the whole damn hotel now a-shakin! Well, after a while when things simmered down We looks out the window at this Golden Gate town Now I don't know fer sure what those fuckers was doin But, hell, now the whole blasted city's a ruin! Theres buildins a-fallen and fires a-blazin And we's thinkin, Shit, those two guys is amazin. If we plays our cards right, with a little bit of luck We'll get them to teach us cowboys how to fuck.
Yep, out here on the range where the sky never ends, If you got any problems, you can count on yer friends, Yer saddlemate partners, the buddies you ride with, And eat with, and joke with, and bed down beside with. Whatever you need when yer drivin a herd, Don't matter if it's serious or jist plain absurd, You can jist ask a cowboy, whatever it is, And he'll kindly oblige you, as certain as piss.
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