OLD MISTER RATTLER
You seem a proud sorta feller Mister Rattler
Dressed up fine like in yer handsome Sunday best
You look better’n I ever could endeavor
Even in my brand new coat and vest
Mister Rattler, Mama Nature musta really loved you some
To dress you up like that
You blend into the desert
You don’t even need a hat!
Nature even gave you music,
Them maracas that you play
To tell the stumble footed folks
To jes’ plain stay away
Why do people hate you?
Guess they just don’t understand
You got more right to be out here
Than any living man
But with our houses and our highways,
Our big cars and fancy clothes,
We just keep pushing out at you
An that’s just how it goes
Mister Rattler you’re so pretty,
With those diamonds on your back
Seems a goddamn pity,
To put you in this sack
But, Old Boy, I promise,
I will spirit you away
To where the air is clean and clear
And Mother Nature has her way
Far off of the beaten track my friend
There’s a place where rattlers roam
Way out upon the desert,
Where you and me, we got a home
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