As a kid, the arguments raged about who we wanted to be when we played cowboys and native Americans. Roy Roger's Achille's Heel was Dale Evans. If you decided to be Roy, you risked the possibility that a neighborhood GURL would insist on being Dale Evans. Yuck!!!!

Jim you take the left side and I'll take the right
My guns are ready-loaded and I'm itchin' to fight
There'll be a few less hombres live to see tonight
When we get down to the Hitching Post
   Better load up you guns and take your holsters down
   Round up all the boys, we're heading in to town
   And the first man that moves we're going to cut him down
   When we get down to the Hitching Post

We'll meet Hoppalong Cassidy and Lash Larue
Roy and Gabby said that they would be there too
When we get together there's nothing we can't do
When we get down to the Hitching Post
   With our cap guns blazing it gets hard to hear
   But when the shooting's over and the smoke has cleared
   We'll have Jordan Almonds and a cold root beer
   When we get down to the Hitching Post

When we're back at the bunkhouse and the fighting is done
We'll all be swapping stories how the battle was won
And though the fighting gets tough, we've never lost a man
When we go down to the Hitching Post
   When the sun goes down and all the Mothers call
   You better hang your holster back up on the wall
   'Cause you never know when you're going to get the call
   To go down to the Hitching Post

            The Hitching Post - words and music by Jerry Rasmussen   

The Hitching Post was a run-down old movie theater in my home town that should double features of cowboy movies. It was low-ceilinged, and all us kids would bring our cap guns to the theater and help Roy or Gene out in the gunfights. The smoke would hang down from the ceiling, making the low balcony seem like it was in the clouds.

Jerry