On My Way To Austin

On My Way To Austin

© M. Scott Worthington - 4/5/1999

The sun came up over San Antone
And drove away the night
The rain had washed away the gloom
And everything was bright

I turned my horse to the north
And walked along the trail
I watched and listened to everything
And thought to tell this tale

Then riders approached in a cloud of dust
With their weapons at their side
They rode around my camp that day
And said they'd have my hide

I took my blaster from its holster
And laid them all to waste
I packed my things into their bags
And left there with great haste

I found my way to San Antone
In search of a better place
Now I'm on my way to Austin
And I must not leave a trace