Ricardo Zegri 2002
The blue dawn light is rising
The desert wind is cold
A speck on the horizon
There’s an eyeball on the road
Black Bart he picks his teeth
In an all night poker game
Three men lay dead from cheating
Two others broke and shamed
Chorus:
There’s an Eye….
Eyeball
The saloon doors swing open
A hush moves across the room
A round imposing silhouette
Traced in the fading gloom
He rolled up to the bar
His blood-shot body gleamed
On a splintered barstool
Drank a shot of straight Visiene
Chorus
Black Bart rose from his seat
Made all the cowboys cower
His shadow fell across the bar
Teeth clenched into a glower
He said, "You’re not welcome here!"
Hawked in the spittoon.
The eyeball gave no answer
Bart cried "Guns at noon!"
Chorus
The casket maker hammered
By the hot the dusty road
Made a tiny round coffin
Used a marble as his mold
The tombstone man chiseled
On a skipping stone
"here lies a squishy eyeball
without a name or a home"
Chorus
They stepped into the wind
In the center of the town
Walked fifty paces and
Turned for the showdown
Bart fingered his gun
No one made a sound
He gave an evil stare
Eyeball squinted on the ground
Chorus
The church bell struck noon
Bart was quick to draw
He emptied out both barrels
Turned that soil raw
When the dust cleared
The eyeball stood alone
Bullet holes all around him
But none of them struck home
Chorus
Black Bart he was enraged
He hollered and he stomped
Clutched his chest, let out a gasp
His heart had finally stopped
The townsfolk all cheered
Held their hero high
Their salvation had come
From a rambling lonesome eye
Chorus
They made him the sheriff
And drank to his health
But when they pinned the star on him
It made an awful squelch
The eyeball lay there bleeding
His fluids began to flow
Then accidentally someone
Crushed him with their toe
Chorus
His mushed remains forgotten
In the celebrative air
He was kicked and pushed about
And shoved under a chair
And so he met his end
Here’s a moral for ya’ll
Don’t do cowboys favors
If you’re just a squishy eyeball
Chorus X4
