Asking for a friend.
Hat tip to Marty Robbins “El Paso”
Old Kenosha
Out in the Wisconsin town of Kenosha
I traveled to visit some friends in peril
Nighttime would find me patrolling the streets
Mobs would taunt and Molotovs would hurl
Brimming with hate were the eyes of the mob
Wicked and evil while screaming like hell
My love was deep for this Wisconsin town
I tried to quell them, but in vain I could tell
That night a wild young manlet came out
Spewing his hate like a great wind
Looting and burning, the town he was churning
Peaceful Kenosha, the town that I loved
So in anger he
Challenged my right for the peace of this town
Down went his hands for the gun that I wore
His challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat
The sawed off young pedo lay dead on the floor
Just for a moment I stopped to give aid
Ready to save the man on the floor
Many more ruffians closed in on me
I had but one chance and that was to flee
Out of the lot and onto the street I would run
Turn myself in, but not to the mob
I got a head start, I thought I could outrun
Down towards the cops away I did run
Just as fast as I Could from the mob in Kenosha Out to the Blue Line to retell my tale
Off to my right I see vicious felons
Off to my left are a dozen or more
Shouting and cursing, I can’t let them catch me
I have to make it to the Blue corps
Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
My feet fail under me down I tumble
Though I try not to stumble
I’m going down, unable to run
Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel A deep burning pain in my side Though I am trying to stay in the saddle I'm getting weary, unable to ride
But my love for
Freedom is strong and I rise where I’ve fallen
Though I am weary, I can’t stop to rest.
I see the first charger come at me hard
I loose a bullet, my new calling card
From out of know nowhere a skater attacks me
Swings for my head as he runs at my side
Firing my rifle, he keels down beside me
It’s too late to help him, I have to go
At last my path seems clear
And then a medic comes near
He feigns to help, then draws a gun
One little squeeze, his bicep is done.
