Jesse

Just look at those silver spurs,
Easy slink of his narrow hips,
Suppose he draws a circle in the sand,
Select the best saloon to exit as his
eagle T shirt flaps in the Missouri wind.

Jaw hanging cowboys gather,
Elbows resting easy on bar stools,
Sure its the kid,
Stand way back,
Easy, he might smoke from his ears.

Jump real slow,
Elastic men ease away like candy floss,
Stand choked,
So the kid's in our saloon,
Even the sheriff is shaking!