Lucy*

I buried my pony 
‘Neath a Joshua tree 
And started afoot 
For Tucumcari.

I’d had her for years.

She was a good ‘ol horse

But eventually it’s time

After life runs its course.

She’d stepped in a hole

So I put her down.

I used my Remington

But shook at the sound.

Lucy was her name.

Had a splash on her nose.

Took her image onec’t

And boy, did she pose!

She run me from Injuns

And some skunk-drunk men.

I’d had a better horse

But I don’t know when.

Now all I got’s this Joshua tree

To show where she lays.

Reckon I’ll go to her

At the end of my days.


* See 'The Sorrowful  Man' halfway down the left column. It says it all.