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Out in the west Texas town
CHGOTHNDER
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Of El-Paso, I fell in love with a mexican girl. Anyone else[?]
PJ
PJ
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Music would play and Felinnia would whirl...
Carry on
from wanting to vehemently deflower this girl.
The 45 slug in my windpipe couldn't stop me
from wanting to vehemently deflower this girl.
Um.., is that the chorus? I'm not sure how the song goes.
Wicked and evil while casting a spell
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden
I was in love, but in vain I could tell
Off to my left ride a dozen or more......
I see the white puff of smoke from a rifle....
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest.....
Off to my right I see 5 mounted coyboys.....
Careful after Brokeback you wonder what they are mounting.
El Paso. Her name was Chee.
That was very long ago.
PJ
Just wanted to see how many old farts there were here. Anyone know what the flipside of that 45rpm was??
PJ
That depends on the 45RPM release.
Some of them had "Running Gun"
Some had "A White Sport Coat"
Which one do you have?
PJ
quote:Originally posted by Crittergitter
quote:Originally posted by CHGOTHNDER
Just wanted to see how many old farts there were here. Anyone know what the flipside of that 45rpm was??
PJ
That depends on the 45RPM release.
Some of them had "Running Gun"
Some had "A White Sport Coat"
Which one do you have?
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Night time would find me in Rosie's cantina
Music would play and Felina would whirl
Black as the night were the eyes of Felina
Wicked and evil while casting a spell
My love is strong for this Mexican maiden
I was in love, but in vain I could tell
One night a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the West Texas wind
Dashing and daring, and drink he was sharing
Wicked Felina the girl that I love
So in anger
I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
He dived with his hand for the gun that he wore
My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor
Just for a moment I stood there in silence
Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there
I had but one chance, and that was to run
Out through the back door of Rosie's I ran
Out where the horses were tied
I picked a good one, he looked like he could run
Jumped on his back and away I did ride
Just as fast as I could
From the West Texas town of El Paso
Up through the badlands of New Mexico
Back in El Paso my life would be worthless
Everything's gone, in life nothing is left
It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden
My love is stronger than my fear of death
I saddled up and away I did go
Riding alone in the dark
Maybe tomorrow a bullet may find me
Tonight nothing's worse than this pain in my heart
And at last here I am on the hill overlooking El Paso
I can see Rosie's cantina below
My love is strong and it pushes me onwards
Down off the hill to Felina I go
Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys
Off to my left ride a dozen or more
Shoutin' and shootin', I can't let them catch me
I've got to make it to Rosie's back door
Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side
It's getting harder to stay in the saddle
I'm getting weary, unable to ride
But my love for Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen
And though I am weary I can't stop to rest
I see the white puff of smoke from their rifles
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest
From out of nowhere, Felina has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two lovin' arms that I'll die for
One little kiss and Fellina goodbye
Querida . I know I have done a terrible thing. That I did it in front of your eyes tears me apart. My only thought was to protect you, to protect our love. To see that pig lay his hands on you drove me mad.
****
......Kathleen, my secreta- . . . executive assistant, escorted Felina Ochoa into my office and seated her in one of my client chairs. Taking the other client chair, Kathleen opened a steno pad and prepared to take notes.
......Felina had come to Brady Investigations to save her boyfriend. "Se?or Brady, you must help my Oscar. He is in big trouble."
......Felina was a waitress, just barely old enough to work in Rosa's Bar on San Antonio Street in downtown El Paso. A foot shorter than my six-four, she had a figure somewhat heavier than is fashionable these days but with all the right curves in all the right places. Her eyes were huge, dark pools in a heart-shaped face framed by short hair so black it seemed to have purple highlights. And her mouth. A little wider than necessary, perhaps, but with an upper lip shaped like a recurve bow and a full, rounded lower lip. In short, a mouth that could light a fire in just about any male she pointed it at.
Read the rest at: http://www.thrillingdetective.com/fiction/04_11.html
The song "El Paso" had Inappropriate Lyrics.
"Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina Wicked and evil while casting a spell My love was deep for this Mexican maiden I was in love, but in vain I could tell!"
Why are they inappropriate?
Well, gee, Marty, you could've saved yourself a lot of frustration, not to mention six minutes of song and at least two bullets near the end of it, if you'd just quoted Glenn Medeiros and said,
'She ain't worth it.' Unless... was she just that good in bed?
PJ
didn't talk to folks around him didn't have to much to say
he's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
and he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
big iron on his hip
I guess remembering/liking Johnny Horton would make ya' an "old fogie", too?!
been or prospecting for two years or more
I pulled into fairbanks the city was A boom
so I took A little stroll to the reddog saloon
When I walked in the music was sweet
the prettiest voice I had heard in two years
I reached for the girl who was singing the tune,
when its spring time in alaska, its 40 below.quote:Originally posted by wanted man
Marty Robbins, yup, a good'un!
I guess remembering/liking Johnny Horton would make ya' an "old fogie", too?!
my fav. listen to his songs all the time also to johhny horton
[:D][:D][:D][:D][:D]
Was an Arizona Ranger, wouldn't be too long in town
He was here to take an Outlaw back..alive or maybe dead...
He said it didn't matter...He was after Texas Red...After Texas Red....
Come and listen to my story,
for I can tell it all
about the wipperwell
who ran illegal alchol
the father made the wiskey
the boy did run the load
and when his engine roared
they called the highway [?]
A city with a legend, the west Texas city of El Paso
Where long ago I heard a song about a Texas cowboy and a girl
In a little place called Rosies where he used to go to watch this beauty whirl.....
From 30,000 feet above the desert floor I see it there below
A city with a legend, the west Texas city of El Paso
Where long ago I heard a song about a Texas cowboy and a girl
In a little place called Rosies where he used to go to watch this beauty whirl.....
sometimes memphis town
the batfags oops imean
revenuers chased him
but they could not run him down
each time they thought they had him
his engine would explode
he'd drive off like they
were standing still
on thunder road[:D]quote:Originally posted by Highball
Thunder Road !!
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-gripe that named you "Sue.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
who could not write his name.
Yet he deserves A front roll seat
in historys hall of fame
He forgot more about the indians
than we will ever know
he spoke the language of the sioux
the blackfoot, and the crow.
The Ballad of New Salem, by Milo Hatzenbuhler
(For those who don't know, the town of New Salem, North Dakota, is known for having an enormous replica holstein on top of a hill outside of town, overlooking I-94 from the south.)
Out in the west river town of New Salem
I fell in love with a big metal cow.
Nighttime would find me up there on the hillside
trying to milk her - I couldn't see how.
I bought a big bale of hay from a farmer;
I thought if I fed her, then maybe she'd give.
I even went to an animal doctor
to buy a potion that would make her live.
One day a wild young milkman drove in
I think he was from Cass-Clay.
He grabbed her udder; she melted like butter;
in no time at all, there was milk on the way.
So in anger I challenged his right for a place at the milk stool.
Down came his hand from the teat that he squeezed.
My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat
he squirted milk in my face, and I sneezed.
Just for a moment I stood there in silence,
shocked by this wild, evil milkman I'd met.
Laughing and hooting, he drove down the hillside,
leaving me there with my face dripping wet.
So I turned to go, but a voice called behind me:
"Don't leave me, farmboy, I'm not empty yet!"
I turned around then and what did I see?
a cow made of leather, not steel!
I saw in my panic she now was organic;
this New Salem Holstein has just become real.
So in triumph I stood on my milkstool and hoisted the bucket
you see, her udder was so very high.
I started to pull, and the milk came a-flowing.
One final squirt, and, "New Salem, goodbye, goodbye!"
.........Boy named Sue... Nice song done by Johnny Cash........Marty Robbins twin brother.
Written by Shel Silverstein, believe it or not. He wrote some neat stuff, particularly for kids, but I just learned that "A Boy Named Sue" was his recently. Anyone remember an epic poem type offering of his in "Playboy" many years ago called "Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe"?