Johnny Snowshoe

Johnny Snowshoe amongst the cactus,

A Sonoran rider all alone;

At the heat he was known to cuss,

While dreaming ‘bout his cold Alaskan home.

I never saw a cowboy sweat

Like Johnny Snowshoe riding the range;

And his complaining I’d not forget,

The desert to him was mighty strange.

But the quickest draw I ever saw,

Johnny Snowshoe had one fast hand,

And as you know the rule of law,

Well, it put Johnny in great demand.

And I don’t know how many he fooled

When they’d see him sweating there;

Them gunslingers it was like they drooled

With Johnny dripping like he was scared.

And how many did he blast to Hell?

Well, a few dozen might be fair;

But Johnny, no he’d never tell,

‘Cause he just figured he was already there.

Hell that is, in his desert sweat,

Out there riding all alone;

Johnny Snowshoe got the edge you bet,

While dreaming ‘bout his cold Alaskan home.