Silver Spurs a-Jinglin'
With silver spurs a-jinglin' he walked into the bar.
He had a glittering eye and a weathered jagged scar.
It ran the length of his cheek and up into his hair.
Jake had that kind of look, like he'd been everywhere.
He set down in the corner his back against the wall.
Even sittin' down this cowboy sat really tall.
He pulled a deck of cards and started shufflin' them around.
The ace of spades fell face up when it hit the ground.
A stranger in black boots stepped his right foot on it.
His face looked like a puzzle with pieces that don’t fit.
He kicked the card and challenged Jake to some six-gun poker.
The ace of spades was gonna place a bet against the joker.
Now everybody knows the joker is the top wild card
and when it’s played against an ace the chips fall fast and hard.
The stranger drew his six-gun faster than the eye
but Jake was like greased lightning; the stranger had to die.
The stranger's body lurched then fell dead on the floor.
Jake gathered up the cards and shuffled them once more.
He pulled just one card out and put the rest aside.
He threw the ace of spades down where the stranger lie.
With silver spurs a-jinglin' Jake walked into the street.
The night was hot and muggy and had a deathly heat.
He climbed up on his saddle and wiped sweat from his head
then pulled his hat down low and thought about the dead.