Well, I did have this recurring nightmare the other night:

There are those who only hear the story told,
And those who read between the lines for gold;
What truth lies beneath the surface - no one knows,
But there may be more than lies, I suppose;
Pancho was a bandit but was his pal a bandit too?
And did Lefty betray his pal or just sing the blues?
Now there ain't no use for us to ask the muse –
That's the way it goes.

Yet a few old bro will have their say,
Try to shut 'em up an' you'll be blown away;
You don't learn such wisdom any day,
It's all a public service, I suppose.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble