A-DOWN the road and gun in hand Comes Whiskey Bill, mad Whiskey Bill; A-lookin' for some place to land Comes Whiskey Bill. An' everybody'd like to be Ten miles away behind a tree When on his joyous, aching spree Starts Whiskey Bill. The times have changed since you made love, O Whiskey Bill, O Whiskey Bill! The happy sun grinned up above At Whiskey Bill. And down the middle of the street The sheriff comes on toe and feet A-wishin' for one fretful peek At Whiskey Bill. The cows go grazing o'er the lea,— Poor Whiskey Bill! Poor Whiskey Bill! An' aching thoughts pour in on me Of Whiskey Bill. The sheriff up and found his stride; Bill's soul went shootin' down the slide,— How are things on the Great Divide, O Whiskey Bill? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH PENETRANT by CONRAD AIKEN VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD'S BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH FICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: THE JURY DELIBERATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENIA TODD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |