Black, Baxter 2005

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

And the wind is the moan of the prairie
That haunts and bedevils the plains
The soul stealin’ kind that can fray a man’s mind
Till only his whimper remains

-Baxter Black, “The West”

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He was every burnt out cowboy that I’d seen a million times
With dead man penny eyes, like tarnished brass,
That reflected accusations of his critics and his crimes
And drowned them in the bottom of a glass.

– Baxter Black, “The Buckskin Mare”

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