William S. Burroughs - Old Western Movies lyrics

A Jedge in the West comin from the South With ruby sideburns, boy – Always usin flowery languij – The grim fightin hero's troubles Are always private – He wants to know where "I fit in" In herd wars – Sometimes you see villains so ancient You saw them in infancy Exaggerating in snow Their mustaches looking older Than yr father's grave – "Thanks Marshall" – "I reckon" I guess I better run on back To Whiskey Row, Colorada & marry an old Tim McCoy Gal Or turn off the tele vision, one – You gotta go a long way in the West To find a good man – So close the book The Courier, run by Steve, is a paper Wearing a sunbonnet Drive the cattle thru that silver wall Help ladies to their hearse Mouth in the sun That oughta do till Mexican Drygulcher Finds Redwing in the Shack And Kwakiutls menstruate Old Horses' necks by broken fences Guns gone rust I guess the gang got shot Kid Dream Hid In the leaves April 1958, Northport