Down In Texas

Down In Texas Scenic


Stock #: 42664
Type: Postcard
Era: Linen
City: Scenic
State: Texas (TX)
Publisher: E. C. Kropp Co.
Size: 3.5" x 5.5" (9 x 14 cm)

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We're down here in old Texas, Where you never have the blues, Where the bandits steal the jitneys And the Marshals steal the booze; Where the buildings horn the skyline. Where the populace is boost, Where they shoot men just for pastime. Where you get up in the morning In a world of snow and sleet And you come home in the evening Suffocoting in the heat; Where the jitneys whiz about you And the street cars barely creep; where the burglars pick your pockets While you "lay me down to sleep;" Where the bulldogs all have rabies, And the rabbits they have fleas; Where the big girls, like the wee ones, Wear their dresses to their knees; Where you whisk out in the morning Just to give your health a chance; Say "Howdy" to some fellow who Shoots big holes in your pants; where wise owls are afraid to hoot And birds don't dare to sing. For it's hell down here in Texas, Where they all shoot on the wing. Where the chickens never roost, where teh stickup men are wary and the bullets fall like hail; Where each pocket has a pistol and each pistol's good for jail; Where they always hang to jury. Wheere they never hang a man If you call a man a liar, you Get home the best you can;
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