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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Then down he threw ten dollars, which the same Roy quickly collars, And the same Roy holds to nine and hands back onej Then the dude he gave a holler, when he saw that single dollar, And right then began the merriment and fun.
The dude he slammed the table just as hard as he was able,
The price of whisky was too high, he swore.
Said Roy Bean, "For all your fussin' and your most outrageous cussin'
You are fined the other dollar by the law.
"On this place I own a lease. I'm the Justice of the Peace, And the law west of the Pecos all is here,
And you've acted very badly." Then the dude he went off sadly While down his lily cheek there rolled a tear.
One fine day they found a dead man who in life had been a red man, Though it's doubtless he was nothing else than bad. They called Bean to view the body. First he took a drink of toddy, Then he listed all the things the dead man had.
For a red man he was tony, for he had a pretty pony And a dandy bit and saddle and a ropej He'd a very fine Navajo rug and a quart within his jug And a pony that was dandy on the lope.
So the find it was quite rare-o, for he'd been a cocinero
And his pay day hadn't been so far away.
He'd a brand-new fine white Stetson and a silver Smith and Wesson,
While a purse of forty dollars jingled gay.
Said Roy Bean: "You'll learn a lesson, for you have a Smith and Wesson And to carry implements of war is wrong. Forty dollars I will fine you, for we couldn't well confine you^ As already you've been layin' around too long."