Hey Winston, pardner,
Hop off that thar horse an' mosey on over here pardner. I got a little hangin' story ta tell coz, pardner, ya said:
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Hangin' huh?
I like hangins'. . .
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Ya see, Winnie, pardner, many moons ago I was ridin' inta town on ma trusty steed, "Whisky," an' I see all tha town folk a-standin' an' a-watchin' somethin'. So I gets off ma hoss an' I walks over ta this feller an' I says:
"Howdy pardner, what goes on over that thar yonder?
He takes tha straw outa his mouth an' he says...
"We's gonna have us a hangin', stranger."
"A hangin'?" I asks.
He says: "Yair. A real live hangin'."
"Anyone I know?" I says.
He says: "It's Brown Paper Dan."
"Brown Paper Dan?" I asks.
Ya see, I ain't never heard of no Brown Paper Dan, so I asks:
"Who's Brown Paper Dan?"
He spit on the ground and says:
"Brown Paper Dan! Ha! Brown Paper Dan wears a brown paper stetson an' a brown paper vest, a brown paper shirt, brown paper dungarees an' brown paper boots with brown paper spurs."
I look at him real quizzical-like an' I says:
"Sounds ta me like a pretty inoffensive dude. What else?"
He says: "Brown Paper Dan rides a brown paper hoss with a brown paper saddle an' he has a brown paper bridle. Dang!Everthin' 'bout him's made-a brown paper."
I says: "Ain't never heard of him. But ya'all gonna hang him?"
"Yup. We's gonna hang Brown Paper Dan."
So I says, naturally: "What was his crime?"
And he says "...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Gary Simpson
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