EsquireDog

OK, I have no gift for music or melody, so if somebody wants to take a shot at this feel free, but here's my effort at this challenge: Outlaw (gm 2016) I wanna be an outlaw, and ride across this land Yeah I wanna be an outlaw, gonna ride across this land A trusty steed between my thighs One tough hombre of a man A Stetson set upon my brow, a pistol in my hand Big black Stetson on my head, Peacemaker in my hand Lasso hangin' by my side One proud and free young man Lookin' for a barmaid, with her head all full of gold Lookin' for a barmaid, with her heart all filled with gold She'll be there while my money's spent But she'll be gone when I get old

How about a version that takes a look at the far end of young, shiny, happy first hook-ups - - the more desperate, lonely vision of older folks still looking for...something. The Deja Blues Garry She sat at the bar In a bit of a fog Checking out men Most of 'em dogs. Between "Come hither" And "Go to hell" So hard to choose So hard to tell. A high plains drifter With the look of bad news A rugged face And some mean tattoos He once had a home He once had a wife That was so long ago That was some other life. It's not the aches and pains of age Not the payin' of a hard life's dues It's the memories that make you cry Make you sing the deja blues. He bought her beer He bought her wine She fed him conversations. Not quite sure If her aim was low Or just her inhibitions. [instr'l interlude] He woke up mad Wondering why His life felt so damn wrong She woke up sad, That self-same morn A nod, then he was gone. It's not the aches and pains of age Not the payin' of a hard life's dues It's the memories that make you cry Make you sing the deja blues. A high plains drifter With the look of bad news A rugged face And some mean tattoos. She sat at the bar In a bit of a fog Checking out men Most of 'em dogs.