““The cowboy’s life is full of danger To risks to his life he is never a stranger He knows there’s a chance his horse may throw him He lives in fear that a storm may blow him Of all the ways a cowboy may meet his end There are few against which he can defend His rifle can’t shoot the wind or the fire It will not work against vampires Who stalk the plains for cowboy blood And leave their pray dead in the mud Every shadow that moves in the night Gives the cowboy vampire fright Vampires! Vampires! Vampires! Vampires! With fangs as sharp as new barbed wire They sneak up behind cowboys, sit behind them on their horse And ride that way for miles, of course The cowboy riding unawares Until he feels icy fingers brushing his hairs Off of his neck to get a clean bite And reduce his pallor to a ghostly white A vampire can look like anyone Getting killed by one would not be fun A smart cowboy will carry a stake of wood And bury it in the heart of anyone he thinks he should Some of these may turn out to be regular men But better safe than sorry, then”
Dalton Wilcox, Poet Laureate of the West
“A Dangerous Life”
From his book “You Must Buy Your Wife At Least As Much Jewelry As You Buy Your Horse” And Other Poems and Observations, Humorous and Otherwise, From a Life On The Range.
Dedicated to the memory of Winston Black, Carlyle Dunhill, Baxter Fields, Tom Sherwood, Lester Dellwood, Wesley Norton (And several folks whose names he is not aware of)
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