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Readers might like to try reading this piece of doggone doggerel in the voice of a grizzled old-timer from the American Old West…
Deadwood City - Stephen A Roberts
They're looking for a new Sheriff, down in Deadwood City
The old one bit the dust, some folk say it's a pity
Most of 'em reckon he was gunned down in the saloon
But cruel rumour says he was run outta town by goons
Y'see, they didn't like the way that Deadwood was run
The money, the drinking, the gambling, the fun
and they're still not sure if, or how, he bent the rules
(to stop poor ole Deadwood being run by fools)
Down the tumbleweed main street, townsfolk cower in fright
Behind Deadwood's facade the deputies are ready to fight
They're cowhands and rustlers, around here, the Law
But some of them know they're not quick on the draw
In Deadwood's last chance saloon, they circle the bar
Poker faced and gimlet-eyed, to play for the Star
Cards close to their chest they won't show their hand
But they all realise that it's Deadwood's last stand
Word reaches the gulch that the top job is free
There's a gunslinger out there with a proud legacy
A man with no name, the name they won't speak
Who knows Deadwood won't live if it's run by the meek
He polishes his spurs and his old tarnished badge
Maybe he can run Deadwood like he used to run Dodge
They thought he was done, but he won't stay down
He saddles up his horse and trots into Town...
Stephen A. Roberts
