The Ballad of West Texas Country Justice

I was raised in the west Texas country,
Where an eye for an eye! the good man cries,
Where women are pretty and bad men die.

Justice is swift, it rides in a posse,
Man’s evil cannot flee God’s cold clear eyes.
I was raised in the west Texas country.

I deal justice like the vigilante
And every morning I love to rise
Where women are pretty and bad men die.

You will face the vigilance committee,
Your vile evil will not escape God’s spies.
I was raised in the west Texas country.

I will hunt you down in town or city,
I will hunt you down under desert skies,
Where women are pretty and bad men die.

A man must pay for his duplicity,
The good Lord hates the evil man who lies.
I was raised in the west Texas country
Where women are pretty and bad men die


*Sissified French verse form

(C)2003, Mark Crawford