Melody Time Page #4

got its name

So yippee aye-ay aye-o!

For the toughest critter

west of the Alamo

Reclining on a cloud high over Texas,

with his gun,

he made the stars evaporate.

He saw the stars declining,

so he left one brightly shining

as the emblem

of the lone star Texas state.

So yippee aye-ay, aye-ay!

Yippee aye-o!

Them was happy days

for Bill and that horse.

Looked like nothing

could come between them.

Then it happened.

Bill was happy that day,

killing time in his carefree way,

inventing the one-man rodeo

and butting heads with the buffalo.

Poor Bill, happy as a hog

in a turnip patch and then,

Old Man Fate started dealing

from the bottom of the deck.

Down the stream came Slue Foot Sue,

all her charms revealed to view.

Like something from a dream,

the first woman Bill's ever seen.

She was strange.

- Unusual.

- Yeah, but powerfully stimulating.

Like a slug of rye

on an empty stomach.

Give him a right peculiar feeling,

set his senses reeling,

with a pounding inside his ears

like the galloping of steers.

His chest was churning

His brain was burning with a fire

that could only be cooled...

In the beckoning depths

Of two blue limpid pools

Yep, l'amour had come to Pecos Bill.

Widowmaker was puzzled.

Looked like trouble to him.

He sure was right.

Bill was busy inventing courting,

western style.

He arranged for the moon

To risejust right

And flood the land

With a silvery light

Ordered the stars

In heaven above

To form a token

Of undying love

Then across the sky

In words of fire

Bill told sweet Sue

Of his own heart's desire

Sweet Sue

I love you

Sue named the wedding day

but Bill had a price to pay.

Sue wanted a bustle,

the finest, of course,

and she aimed to be wedded

riding Bill's horse.

Sue got her bustle

and it was classy.

Put the finishing touch

on her chassis.

That happy blushing bride

was busting with girlish pride.

But Bill had promised her

a ride on Widowmaker.

Would that horse let Sue ride?

Here comes the answer.

Fit to be tied!

- Widowmaker was irritated.

- But that didn't bother Sue.

She walked up to his side,

touched his bristling hide.

With a flick of her bustle, Sue

was aboard and sat for the tussle.

The proceedings commenced

forthwith.

No doubt about it, that Sue

was a regular female buckaroo.

And then... that bustle.

Underneath the frills and flounces,

Sue developed plenty of bounces.

More than she could handle.

Then Sue took off

like a Roman candle.

That devilish contraption

of steel and wire

bounced the poor girl

higher and higher.

It was plain to the multitude

that Sue was gaining altitude.

Looked like she was a goner.

But no! A ray of hope.

Look! Bill and his trusty rope.

He'd darned soon put a stop to this.

Shucks. Bill was never known to miss.

Bill was calm, confident.

He built his loop with careless ease.

He judged his distance,

tested the breeze.

Then a whirl and a twirl and

a twist of the wrist, he let her go!

But the champion missed!

How it come to happen,

nobody could figure out.

She was off again

on her heavenly flight.

Up she went, clean out of sight.

Till, far into space,

this unfortunate maid

finally come to the moon,

and that's where she stayed.

In the state of Texas, USA, life

still goes on in the same old way.

The Pecos River still flows on, but

the greatest cowboy on earth is gone.

Yeah, Bill went back to the coyotes,

but he never forgot Sue.

Every night when the moon was high,

he'd lift his voice

in a mournful cry,

bewailing the fate of his lady fair,

his long-lost love

in the sky up there.

So painful was his grief to see, the

varmints joined in out of sympathy.

That's how come, to this very day,

coyotes howl at the moon that way.

Move along, blue shadows

Move along

Move along

Soon the dawn will come

And you'll be on your way

On your way

But until the darkness

sheds its veil

There'll be blue shadows

On the trail

Shadows on the trail

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