The Man Named Deedly Coy
(play an Ennio Morricone track for better effects)
From town to town,
Toiling down,
The long and lonesome road.
He’s tired of finding his lure,
On momentary bliss,
At the edge of the gun.
Nothing soothes his restless mould.
Wine has lost its tone,
Or is that tongue finally gone?
Treasures of the world,
Don’t call him home anymore.
Tricks or trinkets aside,
He is looking for a settled hide.
Jingles of the coins,
Don’t rattle his mind no more.
Parlors have grown old,
For his days of going wild,
Has taken its toll,
On his burdened soul.
Now he is searching for a home.
Desperately looking for a corner,
To call his own.
Anywhere he goes,
Shadows of the past,
Creeps up like a desert ghost.
But he keeps strolling on,
From dusk till dawn.
With no promised land,
And no solid plan,
He carries on.
For a rider like him,
The road is the only true home.
Tales of lust and desire,
keep piling on the town pyre.
But, He — marches on.
Blissfully fading,
In his blazing silhouette,
Into the twilight zone.
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