I see the western skies a paler through the trees
A fine misted lady takes a petticoat break
Into the cold river she dares to freeze
Her shivering eyes into my soul do stake
Come, she beckons, the water's fine
Ignore the cinnamon rusty hue
Cross that cowboy gentleman line
I want to skinny dance with you
Hesitant I stand at the lapping shore
I'm supposed to guard the captain's miss
Not charge into the river and pore
A heart of mine into the preacher's sis
Mesmerized by her beckoning hand
I start to unbutton my studded shirt
She says she is the promised land
And next to go is my belt from Gert
She looks in awe at my magnificent chest
Oh Randolph she gasps hurry it up
Come get me while I'm at my best
Soon the others will be here to sup
Before the fly could be unmast
I heard the sounds of Captain's crew
Coming with game caught for tonight's repast
Laughing, carousing to start a merry stew
Clothes adjusted, dreams foregone
Randolph Scott puts his shirt back on.
