The Rain Dancer

he’s a man of the west

with a shiny nose and yellowed shirts

and a stained hat he tips at pretty girls and old women

cause his momma brought him up right

he’s a wild one, but some girl tamed him somewhat some years ago

but his face is still to the sun, he’s still riding the back of the wind

not carin’ ‘bout what lays ahead

not wonderin’ ‘bout what lays ahead

and he’s got nowhere to go and every reason to leave

but he stays and he don’t know why

maybe there’s somethin’

else he knows is here and no where else

somedays, he ‘laxes in the sun on one a them swingin’ hammocks in the trees

hummin’ to hisself ‘bout nothin’ and everythin’

whistelin’ here and there, but not doin’ nothin’

and them papers called this guy a hero

cause he saved a baby back in ‘61

and no one’s bothered him since

and he’s alone up there

laughin’ to hisself

waitin’ for the rain to come again