Boone had a colt and a frying pan
A quarter horse, American
Half a heart, fully a man
And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan
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Boone stole nickels and Boone stole dimes
To fill the hole and mask his pride
Though his mother said that the way of life
Was ever better in a poor man's mind
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But Boone found that he had no peace
Licking the dirt and kicking the streets
Till he gambled a cent and came back with three
Bad bad Boone became a thief
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No good could be found in Boone
No Robin Hood and no whistled tune
To the guilt of God he was immune
As that cursed greed just grew and grew
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He had no wife, no boundary line
No cowboy code or moral sight
No child that he wouldn't fight
No widow safe from the cheatin' lies
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What hurt another, ain't hurt him
He'd do anything for a pretty little gem
A coin in the bank, worth a whole damn limb
Cash ever flowing, spirit so grim
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Rich in pocket, poor in love
His soul went down and the money went up
He died before he could fill his cup
And what a pointless life that was
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Ain't no money gonna bring Boone back
From dust he came and that's what lasts
Good ol' dirt, we all shall pass
The rich the poor, both withered grass
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Here lays Boone, so fully man
Forgotten on his piece of land
And buried with his frying pan
And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan