Wesley Carson was a gun-slinging man
As he sat under that old willow tree.
Not a care in the world did he seem to have
As he sat there all laz’n ‘n easy.
As smoke of his cigarillo – did billow
And his mind was there all at rest,
His one peccadillo was that he’d shared a pillow
With the wife trial-hand – Tommy McGee.
Now Tommy was a jealous man
For his Bessie – she was his world
And though Wes with a gun was a skilled hand –
That did him no good with McGee.
For Bess had removed the tornillo
From Wesley’s – maker of peace.
And so the reward she did gather
After he was deceased.
For five hundred was on old Wes’s head
A fact he whispered in bed.
So beware of whom you share a pillow
Cuz you might rightly end up dead.
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