The Bandit Bold
(by Bob Nolan)
Pale moon shines as he upward climbs.
The shining prairie nite is silent white and dry
All is still but the song of a bandit bold
With his hat pulled down he’ll ride
Brave men run from his shiny gun and hide
And fair maids yearn for the bandit bold.
With a carefree tune all nite to the moon
Till the rays of the sun arrive
His heart keeps beat to the mustang feet
Of the fastest horse alive.
Then far away at the break of day he’s gone
No one knows just where he goes at dawn
But nite will bring the return of the bandit bold.
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