[12 Bar Blues Cross Challenge #1]

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

 

[Love Song Challenge - The Hook Up]

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.