They weren’t real nice to us,
Up There in Canada,
Or Anywhere Else,
In The Wild Wild West;
And We Three Brothers Ed
Were Just Tryin To Do Our Best
Mama, Mama, Mama,
If we ever get out of here,
All we three Ed brothers want,
Is a little respect, and a decent beer.
The rain, it exploded with a mighty crash
As we three Eds raced on through the wood
And the first Ed, he said to the second Ed there
“Old Brother Edvard, this really ain’t very good!”
Eds on the run, Eds on the run, Eds on the run
And those big Mounty Men and those Texas Rangers
They were now searching everywhere, and everyone
For the Eds on the run, Eds on the run, Eds on the run
And their tracking dog drew a disgusted sigh
When he had to sniff old Jersey Ed’s undies
And a reward was posted in village squares
For the Three Ed Brothers, in both countries
Eds on the run, Eds on the run, Eds on the run
.
And that old jailer man, Fiendish Mr. Felix
And his female accomplice, Gun Totin Rose
They were searching everywhere, and everyone
For Eds on the run, Eds on the run, Eds on the run
Well, the night was now falling all around us
As the Wild Wild West began to settle down
They were searching for us Eds, everywhere
But we three Ed Brothers, never will be found
Eds on the run, Eds on the run, Eds on the run
And that old Bird Whisperer, who held that grudge
Why, he’ll be a searchin for us up there, for evermore
For the Eds on the run, Eds on the run, Eds on the run
And gosh darn it, we three Brothers Ed were out of Coors
So We Now Headed Down To Old Mexico,
To Slurp Some Fine Mescal.
©2009, Brother Pee Wee Ed
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Be always safe,
Karen
Love the 'Sir Paul' musical background - and the penning is spot-on!!
Always the Best,
Lance
Fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Sandie Angel :o)
Edvard the Elder
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D