We travel in packs and ravel in facts and gravel in cracks.................
He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand And tried to tell himself at last he had become a man A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down And he heard again his mother's words; "Don't take your guns to town, son Leave your guns at home, Bill Don't take your guns to... Sign in to see full entry.