He sure could tell a story when he sang his songs. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=60Bxw2Bar5Q The Killer (in DT) Dobe Bill, he came a-riding from the canyon, in the glow Of a quiet Sunday morning from the town of Angelo; Ridin' easy on the pinto that he dearly loved to straddle, With a six-gun and sombrero that was wider than his saddle And he's hummin' as he's ridin' of a simple little song That's a-rumblin' through the cactus as he's gallopin' along: "Oh, I've rid from San Antony through the mesquite and the sand l'm a r'arin', flarin' bucko, not afraid to play my hand. l'm a hootin', shootin'demon and I has my little fun With my pinto called Apache and Adolphus---that's my gun.... I love the little "ha-ha" he adds in the last line.
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