back in 1843
there was a cowboy named Howard Lee
who was known to everyone
to act quite especially cowardly

one brisk day
quite brisk for the south
he had a few too many drinks
started runnin his mouth

on this same day i walked into a cantina
asked for a whiskey on the rocks
Howard Lee turned right towards me
started poking fun at my red socks

i in turn turned towards him to tell him
“they were a gift from the misses”
“and if you keep on talking
“you’ll join your wet friends the fishes”

Lee seemed to not like this
almost as much as i disliked him
and almost on a whim i thought
i ought to brace myself for a flying limb

and whatdo you know
i knew Lee’d throw his fist
miss and fall down on the ground
with a sound like a floppin fish

but Lee got up real fast
faster than a man could blink
but he had his back towards me
told the bartender,”i need another drink”

“oh what a drunken fool” i said to myself in a real hush
and Lee turned around sober as a judge so fast
youd think hes a prospector
and i was a gold rush

and right then and there i knew
The coward Howard Lee
seemed to have been scheming
a plan most cowardly

before i knew it
i had a sharp pain in my side
it seemed my life was ending
in such vain and so little pride

i heard the angel’s voices
like trumpets in the sky
i saw the lights on top of their head
i heard their hue and cry

they said “oh cullah don’t you fret
it aint time to say goodbye
we aint here for you
were here for that other guy”

slowly the world i had just left
started coming back to me
everything became clear
the moment i saw howard lee was near

i got up off the floorboards
wiped the blood from my brow
tapped howard lee on his shoulder
and asked him “how strong you feelin now?”

i cut up into his face
with a punch backed by angel grace
the coward howard lee
was the first cowboy that flew to space

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