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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420223" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Escape of Billy the Kid</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In an upper room they have me shackled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Handcuffed, abused and under guard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Pat Garrett’s off collecting taxes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  This might be my chance, dear Lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Bob Olinger would love to kill me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  He’s waved his shotgun in my face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  James Bell, the other guard, is softer, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  He’s here to keep Bob in his place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  At noon I had the chance I wanted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Olinger lunched across the street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Bell was left alone to guard me-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  a handcuffed man with shackled feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  I told Bell I felt nature calling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  He took me on a Privy run</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  He was quick but I was quicker</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  We struggled and I got his gun</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  I pistol whipped my former guard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  I took his keys and freed my hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  I didn’t want to kill him but, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  I had to just because he ran.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  That gunshot stirred the sleepy town</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Olinger ran from across the street</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  I killed him then with his own shotgun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  He needed killing, I’ll lose no sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  No lawman left in Lincoln town</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  I made the blacksmith break my chains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  I saw Bell’s horse before the courthouse</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  I saddled up and took the reins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  No one made a move to stop me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  As I rode out away from town</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  The rope they had to hang me waits</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  another’s neck to slip around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Notes: This describes the events of 04/28/1881 at the Lincoln County Courthouse</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q>
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  Handcuffed, abused and under guard.

  Pat Garrett’s off collecting taxes

  This might be my chance, dear Lord.

 

 

  Bob Olinger would love to kill me

  He’s waved his shotgun in my face.

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