He was not born Rooster Galore
Yet Rooster Galore he became
The town he hailed from was of sin
That’s where our lil’ tale did begin
His reputation did precede him
His legend told long ago
Rooster is how he was well-known as
Rooster, though, well… was no beau
Remember Eastwood's Blondie?
The screen stranger with no name?
Well, looker Clint he was not
But understand, he had game
So, Rooster was restless
He would come to town, here, there, any town
He was pale and scrawny
Yet the cockiest pistoleer ‘round
Don’t be thinking he packed much
Purty he most certainly never was
His face, in fact, broke many of God’s laws
However…
Rooster would come to a local joint
Slung over his shoulder his faithful guitar
Bashful as he was, he’d take a seat
Far from sight, at the far, far end of the bar
His hair was too long
The one thing long ‘bout him
The rest being, well, thrift
Shortcomings abounding
If you can catch my drift
His face was unshaven
You’d not see in him
Not no woman’s haven
He was missing an eye
Eyepatch wearer, like ‘em pirates
One thing he’d never be
One of those airline pilots
Yet
At the bar…
Upon seeing him pass
The ladies’ resolve was rock-strong
But, see, once came the song
They would not say nay – not for long
Yes, he looked like a gnome
But he would take ‘em home
‘Cause thing he could do was
Write a lady a poem
He was but a man
Rest is folklore
Rooster was his name
Surname’s Galore