"Pancho needs your prayers it's true,
But save a few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do,
And now he's growing old"
Damn Griff, that got heavy at the end.  

On a lighter note I didn't know where to put this and no I'm not sticking it there.
Back when I was a wee lad, maybe 5, before I went to school, I memorized a song in a book my sister had.
Of course I had no clue what the tune was since I didn't read music but most songs can be faked with a sing-song voice.
I come from Montana
I wear a bandanna,
My spurs are of silver
My pony is gray
When riding the ranges
My luck never changes
With foot in the stirrup I gallop away

73 years later I discover it's a real song that's been recorded...
My Home's in Montana
 
My home's in Montana
I wear a bandana
My spurs are of silver
My pony is gray
While riding the ranges
My luck never changes
With foot in the stirrup I'll gallop away
 
When valleys are dusty
My pony is trusty
He lopes through the blizzards
The snow in his ears.
The cattle may scatter
But what does it matter
My rope is a halter for pig-headed steers
 
When far from the ranches
I chop the pine branches
To heap on the campfire
As daylight grows pale
When I have partaken
Of beans and of bacon
I'll whistle a merry old song of the trail
 
My home's in Montana
I wear a bandana
My spurs are of silver
My pony is gray
While riding the ranges
My luck never changes
With foot in the stirrup I'll gallop away
The first line is slightly different so I think they changed that. I'm dead sure I remember it exactly the way it was in the book. Times I can't remember my name I can still remember those lyrics.
 

I hope you googled "montana bandana song" videos.  There is a wonderful variety.

I never heard that song, but Pancho and Lefty is one of my all time faves.  Google does a good job there, too.

Thanks for putting that song in my head.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_wLVCLPx0M

Last edited by fargon (3/04/2023 9:26 am)

I got boulders on my shoulders 
collarbones begin to crack
There is very little left of me and it is nver coming back
There are cerain things you ask of me 
And there are cetain things I loack
In the beginning we are winning 
But now I'm just making up facts

What it matter any more ?
if you believe the lies I tell
(What is the matter anymore)
there's no meaning to the words
But we still sing these songs well
(What it matter anymore)
If we all left it alone
(What's it matter, what's matter, what's it matter anymore?) 
We keep playing with the number
We are running out of time 
We are running, we are running 

But you're a killer
And I'm your bets freind
Think it's unfair, your situsation
You say I'm changing
Sorry, I didn't know I had to say the same 
Coudl we talk about this later?
your voice is driving me insane 

Well, I try to write you poems, but the words , they don't make sense
My hand tries to grip the pencil, but the finger are too tense
An I try to show emtion, but my eyes won't seem to wet
And I'd love to ell you stories, but I can't rember how they went
You're a flashligh tin adark room for the lonelist blackout
You were all we had left after it was filter out
Turn you on in a dark room right before we both pass out
Turn you on when I need you but the gateries ran out
They ran out
And you're a werewolf and I'm a full moon
And all your verworst enemies will be gone soon
I think you're changing 
Don't worry , you don't gotta stay the same
Could we talk about this later? 
Your voice is driving me insaine
driving me insae x 8
 

Last edited by toranokaze (7/21/2023 4:12 pm)

With meaning? Yes, almost a rallying for truth, justice and the American way.

Nothing more American that violent armed revolution... and chickens in choppers.