El Macho
Posted: June 10th, 2008, 7:16 am
He was tough.
Cagney tough, Bogart tough...
rolled into one tough,
Marine tough,
Green Beret tough....
rough as the sands of Iwo Jima...
nail tough, cheapsteak tough,
badder than Leroy Brown
walking taller than Buford Pusser
with his baseball bat tough....
He had the swagger,
no one had the guts to call
a swish.
In the shadow of the Rio Bravo
on a lonesome dusty trail,
the man in the black pants,
black shirt with black buttons
wearing a black ten gallon hat
riding a black rustled horse,
told the Duke,
he was aimin' to shoot his dog.
John Wayne
took a long slow breath,
calmly cocked
his Winchester and said
to the black-hearted cowboy,
"Well mister, a man oughta
do what he thinks is best."
Cagney tough, Bogart tough...
rolled into one tough,
Marine tough,
Green Beret tough....
rough as the sands of Iwo Jima...
nail tough, cheapsteak tough,
badder than Leroy Brown
walking taller than Buford Pusser
with his baseball bat tough....
He had the swagger,
no one had the guts to call
a swish.
In the shadow of the Rio Bravo
on a lonesome dusty trail,
the man in the black pants,
black shirt with black buttons
wearing a black ten gallon hat
riding a black rustled horse,
told the Duke,
he was aimin' to shoot his dog.
John Wayne
took a long slow breath,
calmly cocked
his Winchester and said
to the black-hearted cowboy,
"Well mister, a man oughta
do what he thinks is best."